Chapter 4 - The Mechanic’s Trap
That night, under the cover of darkness, I broke into the abandoned country club. It was absurdly easy.
Inside, the basement had been converted into a luxurious hangout spot. Empty liquor bottles, expensive gaming setups, and a white powdery substance dusted across a glass coffee table. This was where the golden boys committed their actual crimes.
I didn't touch anything. Instead, I opened my duffel bag.
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Over the next two hours, I hardwired four high-definition, motion-activated hidden cameras into the ceiling vents, behind the drywall, and inside a hollowed-out speaker. They were connected to a portable cellular router hidden in the floorboards, feeding directly to a secure cloud server I had set up.
If they liked recording people without their permission, they were going to love this.
