The Price of Secrets and the Fall of My Abusive Husband
“I don’t need to,” I said. “The smart hub app automatically logs the physical coordinates of the connecting device for home-zone security.”
I tapped the screen twice to bring up the network diagnostics tab.
A string of numbers appeared, followed by a set of precise latitude and longitude coordinates.
I copied the coordinates and pasted them into a standard map application.
The map refreshed instantly.
The green dot shifted from the general warehouse area and locked onto a specific building.
It was a low-rise apartment complex three blocks away from the industrial park.
“He isn’t in the storage unit anymore,” I said, watching the signal update. “The signal is coming from that residential building.”
“Who lives there?” Marisol asked.
“Let me look up the address,” I said.
My fingers trembled slightly as I typed the street name into my search engine.
The property records for Miami-Dade County loaded slowly.
I scrolled down to the unit number indicated by the GPS signal.
“It is registered to Stephanie,” I said.
“His sister,” Marisol said.
“Yes,” I said. “She rented an apartment there last month. She told me she was broke and needed a loan for a security deposit.”