The notification was a soft ping on your phone, the same one you got every night. You’d set up the motion alerts for the front door after a spate of porch pirate incidents in the neighborhood. Usually, it was a raccoon, a stray cat, or the delivery guy dropping off a late package. But for the last two weeks, the 3:17 AM alert was different.Private eye tools You’d watch the clip, your heart thudding dully against your ribs. The timestamp would glow in the night-vision green: 03:17:04. The front door would open, and your wife, Helen, would slip out. She... Continues…





