Marcus called Stephanie Cho, head of security. Two guards were in the east wing in ninety seconds. The technician—contracted through the same consulting firm that had done the original retrofit—was detained with his laptop open, the recalibration half-complete. Marsh’s number was in his recent calls.
Marsh called Marcus at noon, not knowing about the technician, not knowing the cameras had been rerouted. He called to ask, with his practised warmth, how Titan was getting on. “Better,” Marcus said. A pause. “Really,” Marsh said. “That’s wonderful.”