. . . 45 Hours and Counting . . .

There were more National Security staffers hanging around now at the operation’s makeshift headquarters. They had taken up temporary residence in the Yolo county meeting hall. There wasn’t even a school district board meeting until next week, so the space was available. Phones, desks and grim-faced suits had sprouted seemingly from the very walls themselves. There were even some people around from the California State Emergency office in Sacramento. That made her smile, this was no earthquake or flood, but the feeling in the air was similar.

“You know what gets me?” asked Johansen, moving up behind her. He was always at her side, like a big, protective shadow.

“How quickly we’ve lost control of this investigation?”

“No, that’s not surprising, really. What gets me is how quickly the net has become indispensable to this world of ours. It’s part of the infrastructure of our nation now, like the highways or the phone system.”

She nodded slowly. “It’s like some giant has come along and kicked over an anthill.”

Then some of the higher-ups in the more expensive suits noticed them. Italian shoes clacked on the tile as they approached. Introductions were made and a quick briefing was asked for, which she delivered. Gray heads nodded in approval of her play with Sarah Vance. Vasquez could tell that they were being given free rein for now, but if things didn’t move quickly enough, they would be tossed aside in an instant.

Less than a hour later they were walking out into the fresh spring evening. Everything was hot and still. The Delta breezes that normally cooled the region at night were peculiarly absent. The trees stood motionless. Only the chirruping insects seemed happy and full of life.

She looked down at the writ in her hands. She hefted it, then put it into her purse. Beside it was a letter, giving her written permission to investigate the disappearance of Vance, Justin, minor age 6.

“That was really something, wasn’t it?” she asked Johansen.

“The powers that be have taken notice of us lowly mortals,” he replied.

“Wiretap warrants are supposed to be hard to get. And they didn’t even balk at giving us the missing persons case.”

“Not today. There’s a blue-light special in aisle five.”

“You know, I think that if we had gone in there with a request to tap the whole block, we would have gotten it without even a raised eyebrow.”

Johansen nodded as they reached the car. “Some of those guys have a judge in each pocket.”

She looked at him sharply, not liking that kind of talk. “Let’s hope that you’re wrong about that.”

He shrugged and they climbed into the car.