INT. - CONGRESSMAN BARNES'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Kinsey looked over the young technician's shoulder, knowing her attention wasn't speeding him up any, but feeling rather useless in the whole situation. When he finally looked up and smiled at her, one of those patient but back-off-lady smiles, she smiled back and retreated.
"Sorry, ma'am," he said, going back to his computer console, thin framed glasses catching the light from the screen, faint frown aging his maybe twenty-five years another decade. He'd wired it into the panel on this side of the wall. "This could take some time." He gave her another apologetic smile.
"No wifi?" She meant it as a joke.
"Not with a closed system," he said, shifting inside his light blue overalls, tight across the round paunch of his belly. Too many beers, or
