"Is the resolution high enough for you, Detective?" a voice rasped from the dark.
The image wasn't of a politician or a lobbyist. It was a live feed of his own office. On the screen, he saw himself sitting at the computer, lit by the blue glow of the monitor. Behind him, a shadow moved. DC Noir YIFY
Thorne didn't turn around. He just reached for his cold coffee, his reflection on the screen showing a man who finally knew too much. "Is the resolution high enough for you, Detective