Leo scratched his head, trying to jog his memory, but...


    "My car''s usually either at the office or parked in my vi''s garage, and no one''s borrowed it. October 13th... How am I supposed to remember where it was?"


    Collins looked visibly annoyed. "Look at you, can''t remember a thing when it matters!"


    Leo shot him a nce. "It''s been two months, who''d remember that?"


    Collins chuckled softly, taking a crisp bite from the freshly peeled apple.


    Leo, who had been eyeing the apple, was left speechless. Seriously? Just because he couldn''t remember, he didn''t get to eat? That was... totally unfair! Mirabe turned to Collins and repeated, "Seriously, Collins, just get your friend to send me the drive. I should be able to handle it."


    "You''re good withputers, little sis?" Collins asked, clearly skeptical.


    "...A bit," Mirabe replied modestly, crossing her legs with a hint of confidence. "Anyway, your buddy couldn''t fix it, right? Let me have a go, maybe I can crack it."


    Collins thought it made sense. It wouldn''t hurt to try. He whipped out his phone. "Alright, I''ll give my friend a call."


    Mirabe continued nibbling on her apple.


    Soon after, Collins ended the call and looked at Mirabe. Before he could speak, she chimed in, "I need aptop."


    "I''ve got one in my car. I''ll go grab it," Collins said.


    "Okay."


    Once Collins had stepped out, Leo slid off the hospital bed and took a seat on a nearby stool. "Mirabe, when did you be aputer whiz?"


    Mirabe gave him a look and sighed. "Leo,ter I''ll get you some supplements to boost your memory."


    His memory issues were getting on her nerves.


    Leo felt like he was being subtly insulted.


    It wasn''t long before Collins returned with aptop. As he entered, he saw the little princess sitting on the stool, face in hands, looking a bit... silly with a bandage wrapped around her forehead.


    He handed theptop to Mirabe and casually asked, "What''s got the little princess so mopey?"


    Mirabe''s eyebrows raised slightly. "She''s probably contemting life."


    Hearing this, Leo turned and shot her a fierce re.


    Mirabe justughed, yfully tugging at one of her curls before opening theptop.


    Collins logged into his Messenger and had his detective friend send over the entire dashcam data.


    The file was huge, several gigabytes even afterpression, and took forever to transfer.


    "Thisptop''s specs are terrible," Mirabe muttered, unable to hide her disdain. Collins touched his nose self-consciously. "I just bought this newptop this year, and it''s high-end."


    Mirabe decided not toment further.


    After a painstaking fifteen minutes, the transfer was finallyplete.


    Mirabe unzipped the file and quickly browsed the video recordings and attached software. She then looked up at Collins. "This copy won''t do. It''s missing the .dat files. I need remote ess to your friend''sputer; is he avable right now?"


    Collins, not understanding the first thing about .dat files, nodded. "I''ll give him a call."


    "Okay," Mirabe replied, her fingers already dancing across the keyboard.


    As soon as Collins said, "My buddy''s setting up the remote ess for you," after ending the call, Mirabe hit the Enter key and said, "Done."


    And with that, theputer screen flickered, disying the desktop of the remoteputer.