They didn't handcuff him. They didn't need to. Leo was too terrified to run. They sat him down at his own kitchen table while a forensic tech cloned his hard drive. The agent—Special Agent Diane Reyes—flipped open a laptop and showed him a screen.
Then he would take a long sip of coffee, glance at the window, and wonder if the black SUV parked across the street was there for protection—or for something else entirely.
"Just this once," he muttered.
Leo sat up so fast he knocked over his energy drink. He stumbled to the window. Two unmarked black SUVs sat in his suburban cul-de-sac. A man in a dark polo was already walking up the driveway.
There was just one problem: Twixtor cost $329.95. And Leo’s entire channel revenue for the month was $12.47.
Leo rendered the video, uploaded it, and went to sleep smiling. Three days later, his phone buzzed at 6:00 AM. It was a text from his mom: "Why is the FBI at our door?"