He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

Something ugly and small doing one narrow job.

I turned to the operator who’d brought me the phone. “EM scanner?”

He already had it out.

Not a movie gadget. Just a hardened tablet with attachments. He swept once toward the street and the display jumped.

“Strongest source twelve o’clock. Forty-five meters.”

Toward the parked cars.

I started walking. Fast.continue reading …