Jonathan Reed never thought of himself as someone who spied on others. In his mind, he was simply a man who had learned how to survive. There was a difference—at least that’s what he told himself while signing contracts for twenty-six security cameras and watching technicians snake wires through the walls of his house like veins beneath skin. He wasn’t interested in invading anyone’s privacy or feeding some wealthy man’s paranoia. He was a widowed father raising twin boys, shaped by years of being the one left behind to clean up what others abandoned.