Bruce spent just a little effort to have the security team give him the chance of checking the hotel footage.
A situation I wasn't surprised about… because with his skills, his name, and his identity, it was more than possible—Bruce George, a name popular enough to shake Crown City.
Like a little ghost I tagged along with Linda in tow. A few metres away from the room, I paused slightly and drew in a deep breath to calm my nerves.
With one final exhale I pushed the door and stepped in behind him.
The room was large, humming with machines and cold air; advanced equipment lined the walls, and several massive LCD screens glowed in sharp, crisp detail.
Every floor's footage not excluding the second-floor footage played in real time… nothing missing, nothing spared.
Bruce drew in a deep breath, his gaze glued to the large screen arrayed in rows… clear and blinding.
