Clarice woke with a start and groped around for her phone. She found it on the table beside the recliner, conveniently. Becoming awake enough to think reasonably, she was certain she had not left it there...
The sun was barely even coming up. Who would be calling at this hour? And for what?
She shrugged slightly, still very tired, and looked to see who was calling her. An unknown number. Raising her brow, she answered. "Agent Starling," she said out of habit.