Chapter 29 “What in the hell is going on?” Lisa screamed in frustration at the phone receiver gripped tightly in her hand.
Her arms trembled in anger and a new weeping spell ensued over the obstructionist voice menu that once again looped her back to the opening options without letting her speak to an actual person at the Bureau. It was as if the entire office was out to lunch, which couldn’t possibly be the case. Ten minutes of redirects were enough to push her over the edge, if she hadn’t already crossed it.
She slammed down the phone in defeat, but quickly picked it back up after biting her lip to dial 411. A sentient voice on the other end let her breathe a sigh of relief.
“I need the number for the FBI office in Las Vegas, Nevada,” she sputtered out.
When the number was read back
