What if that flash drive was never meant to be found?
I checked the sausage packaging again — the seal, the labels, the expiration date — all normal. Nothing to suggest tampering. It looked like any other product sitting on the shelf.
Who would go through the effort of hiding a flash drive inside food? And why that image — a man laughing into the camera?
I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was directed at me somehow, though I knew that made no sense.
What Comes Next
Now I’m stuck wondering what to do. Should I call the grocery store? Report it to the police? Hand over the flash drive and let them investigate?
Part of me wants to. The other part wants to toss it in the trash, disinfect the kitchen, and pretend this never happened.
But one thing is certain — I’ll never look at store-bought sausage the same way again.
Even now, as I write this, the image of that laughing face lingers in the back of my mind, like a shadow you can’t quite shake.
