The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

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Dorothy pulled a USB drive from the canvas bag.

“Last year I installed a security camera pointing at your house,” she said. “I know it was an invasion of privacy. But I needed to know if what I was seeing was real.”

I plugged the drive into my laptop. Night-vision footage. Cassandra emerging from the basement at 2:47 a.m. carrying garbage bags and continue reading …