I Found Something Under My Wife’s Car Seat That Didn’t Belong There. I Left Four Words—and Chaos Followed.

on Monday, I drove to RadioShack and bought a small voice-activated digital recorder—the kind that could capture hours of conversation without detection.

“Planning to record some lectures?” the clerk asked cheerfully.

“Something like that,” I replied, paying cash.

That afternoon, I called Susan. “Hey, honey. Working late tonight—inventory in the garden continue reading …