“Probability?” I asked.
He seemed to think it over. Or at least take a few moments to make the calculation. “There’s a seventy to a hundred percent chance that I could make the detection.”
I nodded. “High enough. Worth the risk. Ask the girl, ask her if she’d be able to hack the old system?”
Britney had been watching us the entire time, eager, it seemed, to be included in the conversation, in the plan, however meager said plan was. When Milo eventually turned to her, she jumped.
The conversation was short. The eventual smile on her face said it all.
“She can do it?” I asked.
Milo nodded. “Probably. The orphanage is housed in an apartment building on the edge of the city. They use the top four floors; the bottom six are empty. She sneaks down there from time to time, fiddles with the
