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At first, he thought it was just his provider being unreliable, but something didn\u2019t feel right. So, he dug a little deeper. Opening his \u00a0router<\/span><\/a> settings on his phone, he noticed a device connected to his network that he didn\u2019t recognize.<\/p>\n

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The name wasn\u2019t just random numbers and letters. It looked like someone had intentionally labeled it: Crestwood I-01.<\/p>\n

That was strange. Darius lived alone. He didn\u2019t have multiple devices connected to his Wi-Fi other than his phone, laptop, and TV.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t the type to share his password either. So, who was using his internet? Annoyed, he decided to kick every unknown device off the network and reset his password. He stepped outside for a better signal, leaning against the side of his house while typing in the new credentials.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when Melanie Foster saw him. From her kitchen window, she spotted Darius standing in his driveway, staring at his phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. To her, it looked suspicious.<\/p>\n

She had never trusted him\u2014no particular reason, just that he never seemed interested in being part of the neighborhood. He didn\u2019t come to block parties. He barely spoke to anyone.<\/p>\n

And now, here he was, standing outside, messing with something on his phone. Her mind jumped to the worst conclusion: he was hacking.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t know what or why, but she felt it in her gut. Something wasn\u2019t right. Before she could talk herself out of it, she grabbed her phone and dialed 911.<\/p>\n

Yes, I need to report something suspicious. My neighbor, he\u2019s outside doing something with his phone. I don\u2019t know what it is, but it looks\u2026 off.\u00bb<\/p>\n

\u00abCan you send someone to check it out?\u00bb she added.<\/p>\n

The dispatcher asked a few questions, but Melanie didn\u2019t have real answers. She just kept repeating the same thing: he\u2019s up to something.<\/p>\n

\u00abI just know it.\u00bb<\/p>\n

The police were on their way. And Darius? He had no idea his quiet afternoon was about to turn into a full-blown investigation.<\/p>\n

But what neither of them knew was that the real danger had nothing to do with Darius at all. Darius had just finished updating his Wi-Fi password when he heard the sirens. At first, he barely paid attention.<\/p>\n

Maybe they were headed somewhere else. But then he saw the squad car slow down and stop right in front of his house. Two officers stepped out.<\/p>\n

One was a tall, broad-shouldered man with sharp features, Detective Louis Navarro. His partner, Officer Brielle Carter, had a more compact frame but carried herself with quiet authority. Darius let out a slow breath.<\/p>\n

\u00abHere we go.\u00bb<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t move as the officers approached. Navarro\u2019s hand rested near his belt\u2014not on his gun, but close enough to send a message.<\/p>\n

\u00abSir,\u00bb Navarro called out, his voice steady. \u00abWe got a call about some suspicious activity. Mind telling us what you\u2019re doing?\u00bb<\/p>\n

Darius frowned, glancing between the officers.<\/p>\n

\u00abSuspicious activity? I\u2019m standing in my own driveway. I\u2019m\u2026 changing my Wi-Fi password.\u00bb<\/p>\n

His tone carried a hint of confusion, but he kept his voice calm. He knew how these things could escalate. Navarro exchanged a quick glance with Carter before looking back at Darius.<\/p>\n

\u00abDo you live here?\u00bb<\/p>\n

Darius almost laughed. What kind of question was that? His car was in the driveway. His name was on the mailbox.<\/p>\n

\u00abYeah,\u00bb he said, crossing his arms. \u00abI\u2019ve lived here for three years.\u00bb<\/p>\n

Before Navarro could respond, a voice cut through the air.<\/p>\n

\u00abHe\u2019s lying.\u00bb<\/p>\n

Darius turned, and there she was: Melanie Foster, standing on her porch, arms folded, watching everything like she was the neighborhood security guard.<\/p>\n

\u00abHe\u2019s always outside doing\u2026 something,\u00bb she continued. \u00abMessing with his phone, looking around like he\u2019s watching people. Now he\u2019s out here, standing in the same spot for ten minutes, just tapping away.\u00bb<\/p>\n

Darius couldn\u2019t believe it. Was she serious?<\/p>\n

\u00abI was on my router settings,\u00bb he said flatly. \u00abBecause someone I don\u2019t know has been using my Wi-Fi.\u00bb<\/p>\n

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