The first thing we had to do was make sure that everything we did was legal. David absolutely refused to do anything that would break the law in any way, so Brenda and I had to find loopholes in what we were trying to do.
The first step was making sure that Emily hadn’t taken my pane off the lease of the apartment. Thankfully, I knew she was way too lazy to ever consider doing that. And when I checked and found that I was still technically a resident of the building, I was allowed to access the cameras
Then I had to get in touch with a tech genius that David happened to know. His name was Weasel, and David knew him from a case he worked a few years ago and he helped him crack it. When he told me this, I expected a thin, scrawny kid with a baseball cap and a large hoodie to show up at my door. But the guy who showed up was large and burly, with thick, coarse hair on his arms and a wild, untamed beard that completely covered his neck. He smelled of booze and cigarettes, and he carried a laptop tucked under his armpit.
“You the chick who called?” he asked with a raised eyebrow
“You’re Weasel?” I asked incredulously.
“Old nickname. Pleasure to meet you,” he drawled, tipping his cap towards me. As he stepped into the apartment, Brenda recoiled at the sight of him but she held her tongue and sat at the far end of the room. Weasel plopped down on my couch, and I turned away as his butt spilled out over the hem of his pants. He didn’t seem to mind though, and he placed the computer on his lap then cracked his knuckles.
