Mara saw the same bus, same seat, three nights later. A man in a gray hoodie sat where the rabbit had been. He wasn’t looking at his phone. He was staring directly into the ceiling camera — smiling.
Mara heard a bus engine rumble outside her window. Route 66 was not scheduled for her street. But the downloader didn’t lie.
Then he looked up at the camera, smiled wider, and mouthed: “I’m on your bus now.”