" forward to it, and Cooper, coatless and chilly in the desert evening, was thinking that the radio man was an asshole. He’d chased Vasquez for nine days now. Someone had warned the programmer just before Cooper got to the Boston walk-up, a brick rectangle where the only light had been a window onto an airshaft and the glowing red eyes of power indicators on computers and routers and surge protectors. The desk chair had been against the far wall as if someone had leaped out of it, and steam still rose from an abandoned bowl of ramen. Vasquez had run, and "

― Marcus Sakey , Brilliance (Brilliance Saga, #1)