My Hidden Cameras Caught Him
Language: en
When the police showed up at my door, I was running the final test on my latest lines of code. Three officers stood on my threshold—two women, one man—their expressions carved from stone. "We received a report of child abuse at this address." I blinked, sliding one ear of my headphones back. "I don't have children." "We need to take a look around." They swept through my four-hundred-square-foot studio apartment. The living area, the bedroom nook, the bathroom, the tiny balcony. No child. No pets. Not even a second pair of slippers. The male officer looked at me. "Are you certain no child…