Finding proof
Jack took a deep breath, fighting to steady his nerves. There had to be a logical explanation, he told himself. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a photo of the device and ran a reverse image search. When the results popped up, his stomach dropped. The answer was clear—it was a GPS tracker. Confirmation slammed into him like a wave. This wasn’t just paranoia anymore. Someone had been monitoring his every move, step by step.
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