“Well, every system is hackable. CCTV is especially vulnerable, actually—did you know most of them have software and security that’s over a decade outdated? And lots just feed directly into the internet. Sometimes Adair has me search for CCTV from gas stations that feeds into the internet and then I hack it and I can read credit cards, and he steals the numbers.”

“That explains a lot.” Nita had been wondering how he paid for things when he clearly took most of his payment in information. Toronto wasn’t cheap. “Does that mean Tácunan Law’s CCTV is feeding onto the internet?”

“In all likelihood. But if they’ve got half a brain, it’ll be locked up tight.” The click of computer keys echoed in the background. “I’ll poke around and see what I can do. Normally, for a company like Tácunan Law, I’d say hacking anything is impossible. But CCTV is a weird special case. It might be possible.”

“What do I need to do?” Nita asked.

Diana considered. “Nothing right now. I’ll contact you if I need anything from you.”

Nita agreed and hung up, uncomfortable at leaving something completely up to another person, passing off that little piece of control. But she needed to accept that she couldn’t do everything herself.

She adjusted her mental list of things to do. If she could get all this working, then she would just need to find a way to deal with the guards, if there were any. Or other potential witnesses in the building.

Kovit came down shortly after. He glowed with health, his hair as shiny as a shampoo commercial, and his skin looked so soft and smooth she wanted to reach out and touch it.

“All done?” she asked.

“Mmm.” He nodded, his eyes sleepy and contented. “All done.”

“Good.” Nita rose and tucked the laptop under her arm. “We’ve got a couple of errands to run on our way back.”

Nita used Google Maps to find Tácunan Law. It was only a fifteen-minute walk from the hotel, so they set off along Puerto Madero, the sun high and hot above them. The sunlight made the water glint too brightly to look at, and the boats bobbed up and down in the port, mostly sailboats and yacht-looking things in this part. People Rollerbladed by, and a pair of street performers did an impromptu tango show beside the water.

When they came to Tácunan Law, Nita found it was exactly like all the other buildings around it, tall and glass, a monstrosity of steel and chrome.

Kovit looked at it skeptically. “The whole thing is a law firm? Or just one floor?”

Nita frowned. “Good question. It does seem a little overkill to own an entire building.”