When my shaking ten-year-old begged me to hurry home, I had no idea a nightmare was waiting. I raced inside to find my husband and child cold and motionless on the living room rug. Paramedics rushed in, but the lead officer grabbed my arm, shaking his head. “Ma’am, this wasn’t an accident…”

Acoustic shattered-glass sensors mapped to every window pane on the ground floor. The panic protocols bypass the call center and are hardwired directly to the precinct dispatcher. This property is functionally Fort Knox.”

“It’s perfect,” I said, hastily signing the digital invoice on his tablet. “Thank you for the discretion.”

Leo thundered into the continue reading …