I Found A Tracker Hidden Under My Car After My Son-In-Law Worked On It. I Didn’t Confront Him. I Let It Ride North — And Waited For The Call.

my supposed location started moving in directions I’d never intended. If David was tracking me for innocent reasons—about as likely as Emma developing actual cooking skills—nothing would happen. But if he was tracking me for less innocent reasons, things might get very interesting.

I selected a truck with Canadian plates indicating it was heading to continue reading …