Speculating the Tracker’s Origins
Jack’s thoughts raced wildly as he gripped the tracker tighter. Who would plant something like this? Was it a nosy neighbor? A coworker with a grudge? Or something darker? He thought about unfamiliar cars parked on his street, strangers who seemed to linger too long. Every memory twisted into suspicion. Each possibility felt absurd—yet disturbingly plausible. Deep down, his gut screamed the truth. This wasn’t an accident. Someone had targeted them for a reason.
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