“Ease of use will be a key factor in your ability to sell it to public agencies. If it isn’t easy to use, you won’t make any money from it. So I need to see how easily it works.”

Lian glowered at him. “Fine,” she finally said, throwing a dismissive hand up.

Jack was troubled by her hostile reaction, especially given the fact he probably saved her from a gang rape last night, or worse. He knew she was no damsel in distress, but most people would be more grateful under the same circumstances.

A thought occurred to him. Unless she knows I didn’t save her at all. Maybe the incident was all a setup by her to scare him off or test him. She seemed capable of such a thing.

But he had no reason to believe that. She kicked the shit out of that one guy. If she had hired that poor toothless bastard, she owed him a bonus, or at least a dental plan.

More likely, she might have just been embarrassed by the whole evening. She did, in fact, flirt with him and he didn’t respond in kind. Not because he wasn’t interested, but only because he was raised to be a gentleman, and she was a little drunk. But she wouldn’t know that about me, would she? And technically she was the security last night, but he was the one who saved her. Yeah, she’s embarrassed for sure.

Or not. Who the hell knew? Sometimes he felt like he knew how to handle guns better than he did people, especially women.

Singh handed Jack the tablet. “The video manipulation is completely intuitive. See for yourself.”

Jack took the tablet and hit the play-button icon. The video image began running forward. He paused it again and ran it in reverse with a slider, back to the point where Singh had stopped it before.

“So I want to follow these guys back to their original locations. How do I do that? Just run the image backward until they get there?”

“You can do that manually exactly the way you were doing, but that might take minutes, hours, or even days, depending on your target. The easier way is to let the program’s tracking and facial-recognition software do the work for you.”

Jack handed him the tablet. He watched closely as Singh tapped a few more icons. On the big screen, both delivery men were surrounded by boxed target reticles, one red, one yellow. The men separated. One fell into a car, the other climbed onto a motorcycle.