"The dumbest phone was the smartest witness."
Mira looked at the phone. The battery was at 2%. She grabbed her charger—the original micro-USB, frayed at the edges—and walked out the door.
Under the glass, she etched a single line:
She wrote a script on her laptop (using the K450 as a tethered modem) and cross-referenced the logs.
Mira discovered the phone had a secondary partition—a debugging tool left by a disgruntled engineer at the factory. The K450 wasn't just listening to her. It was logging every handshake with every cell tower in a five-mile radius. It saw the IMEI numbers of phones connecting to the same nodes. It saw patterns.
The recording cut off.
"Why me?"