She balances her laptop on her knees and drums her fingers along the keys.
It's four in the morning, ninety-six degrees in this room, her shirt is sticking to her back, and she feels cold.
The night air is dense, the humidity is oppressive, her computer base burning into her legs and the screen is burning into her eyes.
In the top right-hand corner of the screen, she has typed in the name, all fifteen letters. The links provided by the search engine are all purple.
She taps her fingers along the keyboard and hovers her mouse over the remaining blue link.
A Fire Consumes a Local Restaurant Leaving Two Injured and One Dead.
She pushes her finger down and shivers.