Because I was kidnapped as a child, my dad had a tracker embedded in my bracelet. That day, when I couldn’t find it, my dad called immediately: “Take nothing. Come downstairs immediately. Your brother is waiting in car…” – News

I quickly searched my memory.

Then it clicked.

3 months ago, he offered to apply a new tempered glass screen protector to my phone. He asked me to press my thumb onto a gel pad to recalibrate the biometric scanner.

I didn’t think twice about it. Now I knew he had captured a mold of my fingerprint 3 months ago. This entire plot had been in motion for continue reading …