He smiled. The WEBRip was perfect. No commercials. No network logos. Just pure, unadulterated truth wrapped in fiction. He pressed play. His father was teaching him from the grave, one compressed pixel at a time. And this season? It was about to get a bloody, 10-bit finale.
It wasn't just an episode. It was an alibi.
Tariq paused it. He looked at the textbook open beside him— Criminal Justice 101 —and then at the burner phone vibrating silently. A new text from Monet: "Where’s my product?"