Where can you find steel enforced heels in a city like this? Sharon picked up a pair of ankle straps with an amused expression. Too used to working, she was aware of who was where and doing what, and a blond woman debating over boots gave her a blip.
A blip connected to a dossier, which was rarely a good sign. She frowned, trying to remember all the files she ever saw and placing this (she checked) woman in early pregnancy. Not any terrorist cells, those she could recall. Something with behind-the-scenes organizations...
She offered a small 'excuse me' as she passed and went two strides before the name came clear. "Frost?"