“Chomikuj? Sounds like a sneeze,” Liam had replied.
“It’s a Polish cloud dump. Goldmine for old software cracks.”
“What are you?” he whispered.
The last thing Liam saw before his phone died was the app’s splash screen: And below it, the cracked byline: chomikuj .
Liam’s hands were ice. He tried to turn off the car, but the ignition button was dead. The steering wheel tugged gently—then firmly—toward an off-ramp leading to the old industrial district. The gas pedal pressed itself halfway down.
It worked too well.