That last is directed at the kid who is squinting up at me, and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else but here. Thompson nudges him, making the kid shake.
"I…I have a clear reading on the cell, with a one mile accuracy," he stammers. "Her phone was off before, but now it's on, and there's only one tower around here. The phone's near it so the accuracy of the reading is greater."
"You know where she is?" I bark at him, since there's no time for this lengthy discussion of pings and towers and whatever.
He nods and shows me the screen of his laptop, a green dot with a small circle around it blinking on a black and white map.
"You have this location mapped?" I ask Thompson who nods.
"And you're sure this is where the phone is?" I ask the kid.
"Has to be," he says. "I hacked the tower
