CHAPTER 92 : TEST RESPONSE TIME
The temperature inside the car went freezing as Alexander's jaw tightened, the anger from video footage enough to suffocate the air itself.
Eleanora knew something felt off and checked the surveillance twice again, before she paused, zooming in and out. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen, isolating frames, adjusting brightness, cropping reflections from the side mirror of a nearby vehicle before she ultimately did some more taps and clicks and produced the bus number plate.
Alexander only watched, already connecting the dots by now.
It took her five minutes. Just five minutes. Longer than his trained team would have required but she didn't have their software. She didn't have their systems. She had instinct. And instinct was often deadlier.
"There," she murmured.
A distorted reflection sharpened into numbers.
