A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
We walked out to the western pasture, our boots crunching through the dry sunflower stalks. The wind was coming hard from the north, whistling through the barbed wire and carrying the scent of damp prairie earth.
Greg selected a thick, weathered fence post about twenty yards from the main road, close to the gate where Brinley Fairmont usually parked her car when she came to deliver her assessments. He used a small cordless drill to secure a heavy steel bracket to the back of the post, out of sight from the road.
“I am angling the lens down toward the gate,” Greg said, peering through the screen of his phone to check the alignment. “It will capture the license plate of any vehicle that stops here, and the infrared light is completely invisible to the naked eye at night.”
“Will they notice it?” I asked, looking at the black box nestled against the grey wood.
“Not unless they climb the fence and search the post,” Greg said, tightening a hex bolt with a small wrench. “The plastic is textured to look like tree bark. It blends right into the shadow of the post.”
