Chapter 9 - The Locksmith in Astoria
While Grace rested under the hospital heat blankets, Arthur led a team of six private security guards back to the Astoria apartment.
Using heavy bolt cutters, Arthur snapped the landlord's illegal lock off the front gate and pushed through the narrow hallway.
Inside Grace's tiny, freezing basement apartment, Arthur found three hidden wireless micro-cameras mounted inside the air vents.
Each camera was wired to a private receiver broadcasting a live digital signal directly to a server in Midtown Manhattan.
Arthur pulled out his encrypted satellite phone, dialing Edward's private line immediately.
"Mr. Vance, we have swept the property," Arthur reported, adjusting his ear piece. "Your daughter was under round-the-clock covert surveillance."
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"Who owns the server, Arthur?" Edward demanded, standing near the hospital window overlooking the East River.
"The server is registered to Sterling Global Media," Arthur answered grimly. "Victoria Sterling's father's holding company."
