He was on it.

"You shouldn't have poked around, kid."

"The profile you're fixing? That's mine. The real Most Wanted. Not the game. The sentence."

Leo’s screen flickered. Not the usual CRT hum of his cramped apartment, but a deep, rhythmic thrum—like a V12 idling just beneath the floorboards. He was deep in the hex editor, dissecting a save file for Need for Speed: Most Wanted .

Leo tried to close the laptop. The keys burned his fingers.