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“I don’t want your van,” she continued. “I want the data package hidden in the NVMe drive behind the glovebox. You’ll drive it to a neutral location, leave it unlocked, and walk away. You have twenty-four hours.”

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Kael didn’t remember hitting any buttons. His 2019 Mercedes Sprinter, a rust-bucket work van he’d bought off a disgraced caterer, had never had a digital dash. Now it glowed like a command center. “I don’t want your van,” she continued

“What the hell?” He tapped the screen. A new line appeared: “Remote lock engaged.” You have twenty-four hours

The engine revved. The steering wheel twitched.

“Then the van drives itself to the police, plays a recorded confession about the three bodies you supposedly helped move last month, and you spend the next twenty years explaining a crime you never knew existed.”