The van held its breath.
Marc paid. He typed the credit card numbers into the man’s terrible, dancing website. A new number appeared: . code autoradio kangoo 2
A man answered with a thick North African accent. “CodeAutoRadio. You need unlock?” The van held its breath
The page was a miracle of ugly design: neon green text on a black background, a dancing GIF of a wrench. But there was a box. Enter your Security Code (SERIAL): ‘2’ until it showed ‘4’
His heart did a strange little hop. It felt illicit, like picking a lock. He leaned over, pressed the ‘1’ button until it showed ‘2’, ‘2’ until it showed ‘4’, ‘3’ for ‘8’, ‘4’ for ‘6’. He held down the ‘Next’ button.
“That’s extortion.”