At the store, Arthur grabbed four cards, loading $500 onto each. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck as the cashier asked if these were for a gift."Yes," Arthur lied, his voice trembling as he followed Mark’s script. "For my grandsons." The Reveal
Once back in his car, Arthur read the sixteen-digit codes and PINs over the phone."Processing," Mark said. "Just a moment..."Then, the line went dead.
The phone call started like any other Tuesday for Arthur—a "technician" from a well-known software company claiming his computer had been compromised. By the time Arthur realized he was being coached to drive to the nearest , the panic had already set in.
