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My son-in-law insisted my car needed a quick service “just to be safe” before a weekend trip. The next day, I went to pick it up. I dropped my purse, bent down—and saw something that absolutely didn’t belong there: a tracking device hidden under my car.
The Tracker My name is Clara Brennan, and at sixty-three years old, I’ve learned that being underestimated is sometimes the greatest advantage you can have....
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