I Found A Tracker Hidden Under My Car After My Son-In-Law Worked On It. I Didn’t Confront Him. I Let It Ride North — And Waited For The Call.

Vancouver. Perfect. I attached the tracker to the underside of the trailer, said a little prayer that I wasn’t about to cause an international incident, and drove home to see what would happen.

The drive back gave me time to think, and the more I thought about David’s sudden interest in my car maintenance, the more other details clicked into place. continue reading …