Jack"s multi-tool made some noise.
Lifting his forearm, he frowned down at the screen before tapping a in a few short commands. “Just got a text message from Detective Carlson,” he said. “He wants me to check the news.”
Jena closed her eyes, thumping her head against the back of her chair. “What is it this time?” she asked, spinning around to face the wall. “Did he say exactly what it was he wanted you to see?”
“No. Just check the news.”"
“Computer,” Jena said. “Play local news.”
A hologram shimmered into existence in front of the wall, stretching from corner to corner, from floor to ceiling. Brilliant light solidified into the transparent image of a man who sat behind a news desk.
Short and slim, he had a ring of gray hair that encircled the back of his bald head and a mustache on h
