At last!
Clark felt his own reporter’s instinct come rapidly online, and he zeroed in on the computer in front of his friend. He crossed toward Jimmy with alacrity, and leaned over to see his monitor, one hand on the back of his chair. In spite of the billowing cape that was just settling around him, it was an accustomed tableaux that was no longer his daily custom. He reminded himself to ignore the resulting pang. Superman did not work in a newsroom.
He may not work in the bullpen anymore, but the instincts to lean over a co-worker's shoulder and study the results of in-depth research (hacking) does not leave easily. Once again we see how much Clark wants to return to his old life! Why is he being such a lunkhead?
Hydra head? Hmmm, where is Tony Stark and Steve Rogers? LOL!
He’d left the Planet only a second ago, and Baxter Avenue was already coming into view ahead of him now. Instead of using his vision to hunt for the address, he put all of his focus into listening for her heartbeat.
There weren’t many signs of life nearby. The rundown warehouse district he was speeding over was nearly empty tonight.
The first he picked up wasn’t hers. It was weaker, and he could hear a cough rattling through the lungs adjacent to it.
The second pulse was so fast that it was easy to identify as a cat, and he moved on.
The third was too heavy, with a smaller echo, as if the arteries were clogged.
Oh my, I can't remember anyone describing the search for Lois' heartbeat. The mention of a cat's pulse was cute.
“Haven’t you? Then it must have been someone else who stole my courier’s shipping manifest. And someone else that had half my transport team arrested at the warehouse two days ago. And someone else that undermined my business partner’s confidence with her hapless little interview earlier this week.”
The penny dropped.
“No, no, Ms. Lane. You’ve been a thorn in my side all summer long.”
