We stopped at a diner two towns away, parked under the harsh glow of fluorescent lights, and tried to breathe. I opened my laptop and wrote a furious review, warning future travelers about the hidden camera we had discovered.
I expected silence — or maybe denial from the host. Instead, just minutes later, a notification appeared.
“You fool,” the message began. “That wasn’t a camera. That was the transmitter for our private security system. Now you’ve broken it — and they’ll come looking for it.”
“They”?
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