“I’m telling you, man, there’s no latency problem,” Omar growled.

Sammy felt his own frustration rise. He took a breath then a pull from his beer. “That’s not what I’m seeing on my end,” he said tryings to sound less accusatory.

Chira rolled their eyes audibly, said, “Stop talking shop. Drink.” Then, “I’m going to sing,” and left for the karaoke line.

Omar emptied his beer and signaled for another round. “So it’s your end,” he said thoughtfully. “What would that mean?”

Sammy frowned. “Maybe it’s not a connection problem but a processing one?” His gut knotted. “Virus?”

“Spyware?”

“Shit.”

Chapter 15

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