A local technician

Determined to get real answers, Jack drove across town to a local electronics store. The bell jingled as he entered, the smell of solder and plastic heavy in the air. He approached the counter and explained his discovery to a technician—a middle-aged man with cautious eyes who seemed to know more than he let on. The man turned the device over carefully, studying it in silence before finally nodding. “This is definitely a GPS tracker,” he said.
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