Speculating the Tracker’s Origins
Jack’s mind raced as he stared at the blinking tracker in his hand. Who could have planted it? A disgruntled coworker, a nosy neighbor, or something more sinister? He thought about the times he’d noticed unfamiliar cars in the neighborhood or strangers lingering too long at the corner. Each possibility felt as absurd as the next. He couldn’t shake the creeping paranoia that this was no mistake—it was personal.
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