Martin’s hands flew to the control panel, toggling through the CCTV feeds. He cycled through cars 1 and 5—clear. But the footage for cars 2, 3, and 4 displayed only black screens, the timestamp flickering intermittently.
“Damn it,” he hissed under his breath. They were jamming the cameras too, cutting him off from the areas where Ethan and the thieves were most likely to be. He stared at the controls, his thoughts racing. The train was still on course, maintaining its speed.