Pendleton squinted. “That’s not a cipher. That’s a dry cleaning stain.”
“No,” Rembert whispered, “it’s a .” He pulled out a vintage MacBook. “We need to hack the weave.”
Pendleton sighed. “That’s from my last Etsy dispute.”
Jackson, chewing a granola bar, pointed at the screen. “That just says ‘SEND NUDES’ in ASCII.”