Andy blinked. “It seems that way. That secures his position, paves the way to the Mayor’s chair and plays as enough reason to start a witch-hunt for supers. I can delete them but who knows how many times they’ve been tossed around the Internet until now. How many people saw them? Let me try something else.”
Andy closed the videos keeping in mind that he should retrace the IP to the source gifting them to the SuperHub. He entered Jensen’s details again and pulled out his work schedule. Then he booted the City’s archive and snuck his way to the traffic cameras around Jensen’s work.
“It would take hours to hack into every CCTV in the city, but these around Jensen’s work and those around Madison Park should be enough to give us an idea as to what Jensen does in his spare time.”
“I ain’t even mad bruh. Can you hack into anything?”
Andy didn’t even hear him. “Without these videos, there is nothing on Jensen. Not even a cough. So let’s see where he goes when it’s really him.”
It took an hour for them to scout the time frame between five and six when Jensen left work. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday it was always the same. He got in his car, and Andy made the trouble to follow him to his home. The pattern never changed. But on Friday things were different. They found Jensen coming to work at the business park, and after 6 they saw him leave. Andy correlated a single Friday to previous ones from months back, and it matched. Jensen took a different route on Fridays.
Miles Jensen took a cab instead of his own car and left in a different direction.
“Where are you going, Mr. Jensen?” Andy’s fingers danced on the keyboard, and his eyes scanned each block of the video displayed on his screen.
“There!” he said and pointed at the traffic lights below which Jensen’s cab took a turn. He followed the cameras and traced the man to his final destination. When the cab dropped off Jensen, it was in a dangerous part of town, near the docks.
“Isn’t that somewhere near Harbor Island? I recognized the bridge when the cab drove over it.”
Joaquin nodded. “Yeah, but what would he want with that place at that hour. It locks down early. Ain’t nobody has any business there that late. It’s dangerous as fuck.” Andy listened to Joaquin and bit his lower lip. He feared they would miss Jensen if the cameras were fucked and he knew they would be lucky if there were any cameras at all. It took him a while, but after a good thirty minutes, Andy had access to the only CCTV on the artificial island. After a tedious waiting, a corner shot finally showed them Jensen hurrying down the curb, looking around and then disappearing off screen.
“What was that about?” Joaquin asked leaning towards the screen, brows furrowed.
“I don’t know. Is he worried someone is following him?”
“In those parts dawg, he better not have “friends” unless he’s a big fish like I said.”