The computer screen glowed blue in the dark room. This light shone on Amaya's face, which showed her determination. Amaya's fingers moved quickly across the keyboard. The keys made a fast clicking sound, which was the only noise in the quiet early morning. Empty coffee cups were on her desk. This showed that she had spent the night working without sleep to reach her goal.
"Come on, Barry Joe," she mumbled, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep and too much caffeine. "Where are you hiding?"
Suddenly, a ping from her computer made her sit up straight, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "Got you!" she exclaimed, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.
On the screen before her was the profile of Barry Joe, a 26-year-old resident doctor at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. Amaya's eyes
