"This model has an effective tracking range of three miles. That means it doesn't matter whether you moved east or west. As long as you stayed within that radius, they could rent the apartment next door before you even moved in."I stared at the message for a long time. Then I tossed the tiny tracker into the trash.The sun was shining brightly outside. Downstairs, Claire honked the horn—three short beeps, one long one. It was a signal she had made up herself, meaning, "If you don't get down here now, I'm leaving without you."I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. When I reached the stairwell, I stopped and turned back around.I pulled the tracker out of the trash, wiped it clean with a tissue, and sealed it inside a plastic evidence bag before tucking it into the back of my desk drawer.In my previous life, three unborn babies had supposedly died for no reason. This time, I wasn't going to let a single mystery stay buried.That tracker, surveillance footage, Wi-Fi name that
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