absolute, icy whisper. “It was my mother. But that’s not the piece of data that’s going to put her in a federal penitentiary.”
I tapped the screen one more time, opening a secondary tab labeled Network Geoloc.
A high-resolution satellite map of the city materialized, peppered with overlapping blue circles representing cellular tower triangulation.
“When you dial 911, the network automatically flags the closest cell tower to route the emergency response,” I explained, tracing a perfectly manicured fingernail across the glass screen.
“The collision occurred at the intersection of Fourth
