That was an interesting bit of information. The Gatekeeper's steel eye had been able to do something similar, Harry remembered. It could sort out the most likely path of things. He smirked a bit, remembering Rashid's expression when Harry had stepped onto the island, thus changing the entire game. One simple step, but it had changed his fate entirely.
"I can make it safe, at least. Keep out those with evil intent, those who mean to harm. Might make the tech in here a little hairy for a bit, though. My brand of magic doesn't really get along with electronics." But he wouldn't be using the same kind of wards that defended his own apartment. Harry's home was an instant death sentence to any gadgetry foolish enough to cross the threshold.
Harry finished his own drink, and shrugged. "I'm a private investigator," he said. "Used to do some consulting with the Chicago PD back home. Probably going to look for the same type of work here."