My Parents Sold What Was Mine and Told Me to Obey. The Next Day, Mom Was Crying on the Phone: “The Police Are Here.”

a hole in a hollowed-out encyclopedia on the bookshelf and nestled a camera inside, the lens peering through the spine. That covered the living room. I placed another on top of the kitchen cabinets, hidden behind a ceramic vase, covering the back door. I hid outdoor cameras in the eaves of the front porch and inside an old birdhouse facing the driveway,continue reading …