She’s 911 call about a Black man tinkering with his Wi-Fi sparks a jaw-dropping revelation that leaves everyone stunned…

Before Navarro could respond, a voice cut through the air. He’s lying. Darius turned, and there she was.

Melanie Foster, standing on her porch, arms folded, watching everything like she was the neighborhood security guard. He’s always outside doing… something, she continued. Messing with his phone, looking around like he’s watching people.

Now he’s out here, standing in the same spot for ten minutes, just tapping away. Darius couldn’t believe it. Was she serious? I was on my router settings, he said flatly.

Because someone I don’t know has been using my Wi-Fi. Melanie scoffed. Oh sure, and I’m supposed to believe that? Navarro turned to her.

Ma’am, do you have any evidence that Mr. Coleman has done something illegal? Melanie hesitated. Because of course she didn’t. She just had a… bad feeling.

I… I don’t know, she admitted. I just think you should check. Navarro exhaled, his patience thinning.

He turned back to Darius. Sir, would you mind if we take a quick look at your router settings, just to clear this up? Darius clenched his jaw. He shouldn’t have to prove anything, but he also knew how these situations could spiral out of control.

Fine, he muttered, unlocking his phone and pulling up the settings. Here, take a look. Navarro leaned in, eyes scanning the list of connected devices.

And that’s when his expression changed. Because there it was. Crestwood I-01.

Who owns that device? Navarro asked. Darius shook his head. Not me.

Officer Carter stepped in, eyebrows raised. So someone’s been using your Wi-Fi without permission. Darius nodded.

And I don’t think they were just stealing internet. Look at the connection logs. It’s been running non-stop.

Someone’s been watching. Navarro’s posture shifted. This wasn’t just a petty neighbor dispute anymore.

Melanie, still standing on her porch, suddenly looked uncomfortable. Wait. What do you mean, watching? Darius turned to her, eyes cold.

I mean someone has been spying. And they might be watching all of us. But the real question was, who? Silence settled over the front yard.

The weight of Darius’s words hung in the air. Melanie, who had been so sure she was the one in the right, suddenly looked uneasy. Spying? That wasn’t what she expected to hear…