“Unit 4-Alpha, domestic disturbance at the trailer park on Route 61 is cleared,” the radio crackled. Martha adjusted her headset, her fingers brushing the gray strands of hair that had escaped her bun. She took a sip of coffee. It was stone cold. She thought about pouring it out, but the break room felt like…
“9-1-1, this is the police dispatcher. Can you hear me?” For a moment, she thought it was a pocket dial. Or maybe the storm messing with the old copper lines out in the boonies. She reached for the disconnect button, her finger hovering. Then, she heard it. A breath. Small. Hitching. “Is… is this the…
“Hi, Leo,” Martha said, her voice softening, dropping an octave into what her coworkers called the ‘Nana Tone.’ “How old are you, Leo?” “I’m six. I’m six and a half.” “Okay, Leo. You’re a big boy. Do you have an emergency? Is someone hurt?” There was a pause on the line. In the background, Martha…
“I need to know if my Mommy is coming back before dinner,” Leo said. The innocence in his voice hit Martha like a physical blow to the chest. “My tummy hurts really bad.” Martha stared at the screen. The call trace was working, triangulating a cell tower signal, but it was bouncing because of the…
“Leo,” Martha said, typing furiously, initiating a priority trace. “Has Mommy come upstairs at all in three days?” “No,” the boy whimpered. “And Rick said she ran away to California while she was sleeping. But her car is still in the driveway. I can see it from my window. Why would she go to California…
“No. Rick took the lock off when I was bad last week,” Leo admitted, his voice cracking. “He said… he said if I come out, I’ll go to California too. I don’t want to go to California, Martha. It sounds dark.” The storm outside battered the dispatch center windows, but the chill in the room…
Anna Vance’s office was a tomb. It was the sixtieth floor of the Vance-Aegis Tower in Seattle, a fortress of glass and brushed steel that pierced the perpetual gray sky. At 68, Anna was the fortress’s keeper. Her gray hair was pulled into a chignon so tight it seemed to defy gravity, much like the…
The Aegis was a revolutionary security protocol, a digital fortress so complex that governments and high-level financial institutions paid Vance-Aegis nine-figure sums to protect their data. It was Anna’s crown jewel. But more than that, it was the last tangible piece of her son. Thomas, a genius who could build digital worlds but could not…
The smell of lemon-scented cleaner finally broke her concentration. She looked up, annoyed. The night-cleaning crew knew her rules: her office was off-limits until she had physically left the building. She stood, her joints aching, and strode to the door. She pulled it open to find a man in a gray janitorial uniform, his back…
Peeking out from behind the cart was a child. A small, silent girl, no older than ten, with enormous, dark eyes and a cascade of black hair. She clutched a worn sketchbook to her chest. Anna’s frown deepened. “This is not a daycare. You are not permitted to bring your family into a secure facility.”…