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

Navarro straightened up. All right, he said, voice more serious now. Let’s get inside.

I want to see exactly what we’re dealing with. Darius didn’t argue. He led the officers into his house, his frustrations simmering just below the surface.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet here he was, being treated like a suspect in his own home. Melanie hesitated before following.

She wasn’t sure why, but something told her she needed to hear this. Once inside, Darius placed his phone on the dining table and mirrored the router settings onto his laptop screen. The device list appeared.

There it was again. Crestwood I-01. Still connected.

Still active. Officer Carter leaned in, scanning the details. Can you see what kind of device this is? Darius clicked around, his fingers moving fast.

I can’t tell exactly, but— He opened the activity logs and froze. Navarro noticed the shift in his face. What is it? Darius’s throat went dry.

It’s been accessing— Camera feeds. The room went dead quiet. Melanie blinked.

I—I don’t understand. What camera feeds? Darius’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Mine.

He turned the laptop around. My home security cameras. Someone’s been logging in and watching my live feeds.

Carter’s expression tightened. You’re saying someone has been spying on you through your own security system? Darius exhaled sharply. That’s exactly what I’m saying.

But then, his stomach dropped. Because the more he scrolled, the more he realized it wasn’t just his cameras. His system had flagged multiple IP addresses.

Some of them belonged to his network. But others? Different homes. Oh, this is bad.

Darius murmured. Navarro leaned closer. What do you mean? Darius tapped the screen.

Whoever this is. They’re not just watching me. They’re watching other people in the neighborhood.

Melanie took a step back, shaking her head. No. No, that can’t be right.

Darius turned to her. You sure about that? He clicked another log. A new feed opened.

A dimly lit hallway appeared. Then a living room. Then a bedroom.

Melanie gasped. Wait. That’s— Darius didn’t even have to ask…