"One hot minute," the voice said. "That’s all you get before we come to collect the hardware."
As the progress bar crawled, his room grew unusually quiet. No hum from the fridge, no traffic from the street outside. Just the rhythmic tink-tink-tink of his cooling CPU. "One hot minute," the voice said
But at the 45-second mark, the music stopped. A voice, clear and cold, whispered Elias’s home address. "One hot minute