Tracey POV
"I found one. I found one," I shouted excitedly. I was going through some information on a computer that Fixer had sent me. Fixer had sent me; she had been changing who was reviewing each item to give different eyes, and we think differently. Fixer thought, as I am good with puzzles, I should give the coded and cryptic ones a go.
Straight away, my brain started changing words, picking up nuances and small repeated words, and I managed to make a spreadsheet of what words might mean and see where they went.
"What did you find?" Fixer asked, looking up from the mobile phone she had been working on.
"A manufacturer of drugs, and I think one of the distributors. I feel I have broken the code." Fixer and Tempest came beside me to look over my shoulder.
"Show us what you mean,"
