I ordered cameras.
Not one. Three.
A doorbell camera.
One covering the driveway. Another inside the front window pointed toward the porch.
Ryan helped install everything that night.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Now we give her something to steal.”
He looked at me. “You’re serious.”
“Completely.”
The next day, I ordered a cheap pair of sunglasses online.
Twenty dollars.
Then I ordered a scarf. Then a phone case.
Nothing valuable. Just bait.
The sunglasses arrived first.
At 1:06 p.m., the driver left the package on the porch.
At 1:18, my phone buzzed with a motion alert.
I opened the camera.
Denise walked onto our porch.
She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t knock.
Didn’t look around like she thought the package might be hers.
She bent down, picked it up, tucked it under her arm, and walked home.
I just stared at the screen. Then I sent the clip to Ryan.
His reply came immediately. “CALL THE POLICE.”
I didn’t. Not yet.
I wanted to know how routine this was.
The next day, the scarf arrived.
Same thing.
This time Denise waited 23 minutes.
She crossed the lawn, took the package, and disappeared into her house.
The phone case arrived Saturday morning.
Ryan and I were both home.
