Man Finds Tracker Under Wife’s Car, Then He Finds Out Who Placed It There

The Pawn Shop

The pawn shop reeked of rust, dust, and stale smoke. Broken electronics and tarnished trinkets cluttered the counters. Behind it all, a wiry man with darting eyes sized Jack up. Jack placed the tracker on the counter. “Ever seen one of these?” he asked. The man’s expression barely shifted, but Jack caught a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “No idea,” he said too quickly. Jack walked out, suspicion burning. He was on the right trail.