Kane & Mira

At Sin City Private Investigator's Office, it is late afternoon. The blinds are half-drawn and rain taps against the glass. Mira sits cross-legged on a desk corner, holding a tablet. Kane leans against the whiteboard, arms crossed, watching a silent video feed roll.]

Mira: You know, it’s wild to think about. This job used to be all trench coats, binoculars, and car tails. Now I’m cracking entire digital footprints before breakfast.

Kane: Don’t knock the trench coat. Still serves a purpose. But yeah, technology’s flipped this industry on its head. What used to take a week on foot, we can pull in minutes now… assuming we know where to look.

Mira: Right. Like social media. People share everything...vacation plans, arguments, locations, even stuff they think they deleted. You scroll deep enough, you see patterns. I once found a subject’s burner account because he tagged the same dog in both profiles.

Kane: (smirks) Sharp eye. Social media’s become our informant that never asks for a deal. But it goes deeper than that. Surveillance isn’t just about tailing someone anymore. We’re using geotags, satellite overlays, mapping heat signatures. Hell, Ghost is running a vehicle tracker right now from his car using a signal bounce off a restaurant’s security cam.

Mira: Physical surveillance still has its place, though. There’s nothing like watching how someone moves, how they interact, who they meet. Digital can tell you where they are, but the field tells you who they really are.

Kane: That’s why we pair both. Physical confirms digital. Digital reinforces physical. And then there’s digital forensics, pulling deleted texts, hard drive fragments, encrypted messages. It’s not just about what people say, it’s about what they thought was buried.

Mira: I like that part. It’s like digital archaeology. Layer by layer until the truth shows up.

Kane: (nodding) That truth only matters if we collect it legally. There’s a line we don’t cross. You record someone in a private setting without consent, you’ve just wasted your time and ruined your case. No judge will touch it. Public spaces, 'fine'. But bedrooms and boardrooms? You better have a warrant or walk away.

Mira: Which is why I always double-check the regs before we hit record. No shortcuts here. Not when our clients are counting on us to do it right.

Kane: That’s the point. All this tech, whether it’s surveillance drones, data recovery, or secure case files, it’s only as good as the hands using it. And here at Sin City PI, we’ve got the best hands in the business.

Mira: So, bottom line, technology changed the game, but it didn’t change the rules. Still takes brains, ethics, and boots on the ground.

Kane: Exactly. We don’t just use the latest tools. We know how to wield them. Quietly. Legally. Effectively.

Just the the monitor beeped and a new alert appeared: subject sighted. Mira hopped off the desk and grabbed her gear. Kane’s cyber-eye flashed red for a second as he scanned the update.

Kane: Let’s go find the truth. Tech’s warmed up. Now it’s time for fieldwork.

Scene fades to black. The logo glows on screen: Sin City Private Investigators. “When You Need to Know What Happens in Vegas.”