From the back cover of "Watch Me" by A.J. Holt:
But Jay's Washington bosses have told her to stop. She can't use her program. It violates the Constitution. It violates these sick killers' civil rights.
Now Jay's been transferred to a tiny office in Santa Fe. She's instructed to stay out of multiple murder cases. As far as Washington knows, she is.
LIKE HELL SHE IS.
Jay is going on-line. She's going to track down the killers. What will she do when she finds them? She says...
Somewhere in or around DC, Alberto Gonzales lights up a cigarette, glances at the torn paperback next to him, and mutters, "Was it good for you too?"