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

You want to explain that? Brandon’s face barely flinched, but his fingers curled slightly, like he was gripping something invisible. What? That’s crazy, he scoffed. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Carter wasn’t buying it. Mind if we check your laptop? His jaw tightened. You don’t have a warrant.

Navarro stepped closer. Brandon, we can get one. But right now we’re giving you a chance to tell us the truth before this gets worse.

A long, tense beat. Then… Brandon exhaled. Look, I… He ran a hand through his hair.

I wasn’t doing anything illegal, okay? I just… Navarro cut him off. Then why is your IP address linked to a network breach involving multiple homes? Brandon froze. Melanie’s voice broke.

Brandon. Please. Tell me you’re not involved in this.

His eyes darted to her. And for the first time, his mask cracked. I didn’t mean for it to get this far, he muttered.

It started as a joke. I wanted to see if I could get into someone’s Wi-Fi, just to mess with them. Navarro’s voice was sharp.

So you admit you hacked into the network? Brandon hesitated. Then he nodded. Melanie’s breath caught in her throat.

Brandon kept going, voice faster now. It was just supposed to be a prank. But then I saw the security cameras.

And I got curious. Carter’s eyes narrowed. Curious? Or obsessed? Brandon didn’t answer.

Navarro’s patience ran out. How many people have you watched? Silence. Then his voice dropped.

I don’t know. Melanie staggered back. Oh my god.

Brandon looked at her. For the first time, real regret crossed his face. I swear I wasn’t hurting anyone, he said.

I just… Navarro didn’t let him finish. Brandon Foster. You’re under arrest for unauthorized access of a computer network.

And unlawful surveillance. Brandon went pale. Wait.

No, I… Carter was already pulling out her cuffs. Melanie turned away, covering her face as tears welled in her eyes. Darius had been right all along…