cellular trail cameras—the kind hunters use that transmit encrypted video clips directly to cloud storage the moment the motion sensor trips. I mounted two high in the pine boughs overlooking the cabin, one facing the trail, and the last aimed square at the steel T-post where my red trespassing sign stood.
For forty-eight hours, nothing happened.
Then, on Friday night at 11:15 PM, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
A live 1080p clip uploaded. Headlights swept the tree trunk. The video showed Karen’s personal Lexus idling at the edge
