The girl pointed to a camera mounted amid the intricate grill work on the 
second floor, and Peter saw the warmth of its electronics and a dim red light 
blink on and off. "I’ve been logged. Zoze won’t know how much he owes me until
he sets up the job. It’s all on a commission basis. Prevents me from trying to
roll the rich folks on my own." She glanced at Kathryn and checked out her
clothes, envy shining in her eyes.