Acoustic Perimeter

You said Ediz is a clown. That is a filthy accusation. I don't turn on a buddy without hard proof, but if clown corruption actually compromised him, I am taking zero chances with our perimeter tonight. I marched inside from the porch and scouted the entryway floor, spotting a discarded strip of clear packing bubble wrap by the baseboard. Prime acoustic ordnance. I hauled the sheet flat across the threshold, pinning the edge down with two heavy steel paperclips. To test the charge, I brought my boot down hard on the corner pocket. CRACK. A sharp miniature blast echoed clean off the timber. If any squeaky-shoed intruder tries crossing that line, the whole room will know.