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Whitmore smiled. “Good.”
“Your pressure sensors are also excellent,” he went on. “The problem is your system isn’t working as one system because you’ve had upgrades done at different times by different companies.”
The man’s expression sobered. “That’s true.”
Blake continued. “Somebody added newer technology without fully integrating it with what was already here. That’s how I got through your service entrance.”
Whitmore frowned.
He understood the man’s reaction. When someone spent the kind of money he had on security, failure of any kind wasn’t an option. It was why he’d hired Echo Team to attempt to break in.
“The good news,” Blake explained, “is you don’t need to replace everything. Most of your equipment is top-of-the-line. We just need to close the gaps, integrate the separate systems, and change how your network responds when someone starts screwing with it.”
“And you can do that?”
“Absolutely.” He nodded.
“How soon?”
“I can have my recommendations to you as early as tomorrow. Once you approve them, we’ll coordinate with your security company.”
Whitmore looked around his enormous foyer. “I have a wife, three children, and two grandchildren who often stay here.” His jaw tightened. “Someone tried to get through the west gate two weeks ago.”
Blake was sure that hadn’t been included in the original file.
Emmett’s expression hardened. “Tried how?”
“Claimed he was lost. My security guard didn’t buy it. When he approached the vehicle, the driver took off.”
“He get a plate?” Gwen asked next.
Whitmore turned her way. “They came back stolen.”
Blake exchanged a look with Emmett.
“You have footage?” Echo’s team leader asked. When their client nodded, he said, “Send it.”
A few more points were covered, and several minutes later, the team was walking out the massive home’s front door. The walk to their vehicle took several minutes more.
“I’m still counting that as a win.”
Blake looked across the SUV at Draven. “You’re the one who almost stepped on a sensor.”
“Almost being the key part of that sentence.”
“You were an inch away.”
“Still didn’t touch it, so it still doesn’t count.”
Lucas snorted from behind the wheel. Emmett sat in the passenger seat, looking at something on his phone as they headed back toward D.C. Gwen and Jethro had taken the second vehicle, leaving Blake trapped in the back with Draven.
Draven leaned his head against the seat. “Think Claire can get us one of those espresso machines like Whitmore has?”
Blake stared at him. “She’s been working for us less than twenty-four hours.”
“So?”
“So maybe let her settle in before you start requesting a purchase order for a thousand-dollar coffee machine.”
