Sara’s phone buzzed in the hotel lobby.
“Sixteen million posts,” the text read. “That’s just Twitter.”
She looked up at the muted TV above the front desk. Agent Torres at a podium, mouth moving silently. The closed captions scrolled: “…investigation is ongoing… cannot comment… these things take time…”
A reporter’s hand shot up. Torres shook her head. Another question. Another head shake.
Sara turned away. Outside, news vans lined the street like feeding birds.
Her phone buzzed again. Different number: “The FBI doesn’t know what they’re dealing with. Coffee?”