CHAPTER 26THE CONFISCATION
Reggie's place was barely bigger than a shoebox. The kitchen ran straight into the living space, all crammed into a single square room with a battered sofa and a wobbly table. A stubby wood-burner sat in the corner, kettle balanced on top. But it was the shelves that caught my eye first. They lined every wall, not with family photos or old paperbacks, but with tech. Stacks of it, everywhere you looked.
Brian stood in the doorway, eyes wide at the collection. Shiny white DJI drones sat next to rows of GoPros. Cameras, from big Canons to small Sonys, all spotless with their lens caps still on. At the end, I could see a black drone, a Likecosm sticker on its body.
"Sit," Reggie nodded at the sofa, its cushions patched with mismatched fabric. "Brew?" He was alread
