Элизабет Лейн: рассказ о «физическом наблюдении» и подмене номеров машины

I found out that I was being physically surveilled by the following method. We, my ex and I realized, my ex-boyfriend and I realized that people had been breaking into our apartment while we were gone together in the same vehicle. And so like, I'm in the apartment, I'm about to go to work. And I'm like, why don't you take out the trash and scope out the parking lot and make sure it's okay before I go to work. So he goes out there and he's like, there's this weird fucking Lexus. It's like a silver Lexus. This is a shitty apartment. Like why is there really nice Lexus in the parking lot? And it has tinted windows that are not street legal. Like just totally dark, totally black tinted windows that are not possibly street legal. And so he comes back in and we're standing in our bedroom window looking at the Lexus and talking about it. And I say out loud, maybe we should walk over there later and take a picture of the license plate because the Lexus is across the parking lot from us, but it's backed in. So you can't see the license plate. Within two minutes of me saying, Hey, we should walk over there later and take a picture of the license plate. We were still standing there at the window, looking at it, talking about it. And an Eastern European looking motherfucker with a black beanie dressed all in black in his fifties or sixties walked out of the apartment directly across from ours, holding a license plate. And he opened the trunk of the Lexus and he took out some tools and he changed the license plate right in front of our fucking faces.

And then he walked back to his apartment and he put the old license plate on the front patio and went inside, left it outside. And it was literally like, come get the license plate. I have more. I have more where this came from. Come get the license plate. And then after that, the Lexus started tailing me. And every time I saw the Lexus, it had a different license plate. It would be like Alabama plates, a different state plate. It would be random dealer plates. None of which were local, just like cardboard, temporary dealer plates. None of which were any local dealers. Every time I saw it, it was different plates. It would follow me to the gas station to go get beer. I would go get beer at the gas station and that Lexus follows me. And even my ex called an Uber once. He called an Uber. The Lexus pulled out from the spot across the parking lot from our apartment, drove over to our apartment and said, Hey, I'm your Uber here to pick you up.

The license matched in the Uber app, but they didn't have an Uber sticker or a Lyft sticker. You can't, you can't drive Uber if you don't have an Uber sticker. He pulled out of his spot across from our apartment where he lived and drove over there to pick him up and said, Hey, I'm your Uber here to pick you up. They changed the license plate right in front of our face. Like 60 seconds after I said, Hey, we should go take a picture of that license plate. And they leave it on the patio. Like, take it. We have more. Just take it. I'm scared. I'm tired. I'm real tired. I need to disclose soon, man. I need to pull up soon because it's like escalating. It's getting more and more aggressive. Like over the past, this has been going on for like, I don't know, four or five years. And over the past 12, 12 months, it's been like escalating, escalating, like more aggressive, more invasive, digging through my panting, like digging through my underwear drawer and sexual threats over the past, like three to six months. And now I'm like, fuck, I have to publish. Fuck. I have to publish because like, it's only going to get worse until I publish. There's no way out of this. There's no way out of this fucked up situation until I publish.