My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
“So Marcus could listen from his phone.”
“Anyone with the login could.
We’re still tracing the login.”
I could hear the projector fan humming even though the screen was dark.
“Why would he need four in his office?”
Elena slid another sheet across the table.
It was a printout of code and a list of file names.
“These devices are built to capture meetings.