Chapter 14 Rachel
Rachel
My legs, which had started to cramp, suddenly found new life, and I kicked furiously, breaking the surface and holding the tablet out of the water as I treaded.
The display light illuminated the cramped circumference, and I whimpered in relief at the sight of the home screen, which seemed to be in normal working order.
I tapped on the internet icon, and a browser window spun.
Joy bloomed in my chest. I could call the police from this thing. At least send them a message.
The window loaded with an error message. Dammit. I looked at the signal bars in the upper-right-hand corner. No service. Wait . . . one bar. The short stubby bar blinked, then disappeared.
Shit. This was what I got for being thirty feet underground. Ignoring the error message, I typed in “San Francisco police department help” in the URL field and hit Enter.
It didn’t load, and I waited for a moment, then refreshed the page. I just needed a moment. Enough service for a few pages to load. Come on, I silently urged. Please. Please give me this one thing, and I’ll never ask for anything else.
A search page loaded, and I yelped in joy, then pressed the top result with a shaky wet finger.
It was a Contact Us page for the San Francisco Police Department, and in the bottom-right corner there was a chat box. As I bobbed unsteadily in the frigidly cold water, I clicked on the box and typed out a message.