“We need to take it to the dealer.”

“It’s already bricked,” Leo said. “The official cable is in the mail, but the customer needs this truck tomorrow. The patch is just to bypass the VIN lock. I’m not hacking the Pentagon, Mags.”

Leo leaned back in his chair, the cold realization washing over him. The patch hadn't freed the software. The software had set a trap. And somewhere in a server farm in Toyota City, Japan, an engineer probably just yawned, checked a flag, and went back to his tea.

Leo jumped. It was Mags, the seventy-year-old owner of the garage next door. She held a can of Diet Coke like a weapon.

And then, a single line at the bottom:

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