My Granddaughter Refused to Stay in the Car. When We Got Home, My Husband Took One Look at Us and Froze.

for it, was a small black device about the size of a matchbox. It was attached with what looked like electrical tape, crude and hurried, definitely not part of the car’s original equipment.

I’m not a technology expert, but I’d seen enough crime shows with my husband to recognize what it might be. A GPS tracker. Or possibly something worse—a listening continue reading …