He disconnected the call and Vivian found herself resisting the urge to launch the damn thing through the glass partition that separated her from the world outside.
"Son of a bitch--did we get a location?" she bellowed, turning to the room at large for an answer. Headsets, not faces, stared back at her, the people wearing them scrabbling into action.
"Broadview, Seattle, sir. It cut before--"
She held up a hand, adrenaline rushing in her veins. Broadview was residential, but low middle-class. A health scare could get a team in to comb the place, but it would be sloppy. It would take too long.
"Fix our lottery system, take it offline, I don't care. Just do it." Teeth dug into her bottom lip. As for the cocky bastard who'd called her - Two Four Six - she was going to find him.
Fingers tapped the desk. Broadview was a big neighborhood and she had no assurance it wasn't another dud, but something in her gut overrode logic. Plain clothes. That would do for a start.