"So there I am, minding my own business, on the freaking john for God's sake, and I find this." Cara slid a small metal disc across the table.
I picked it up. It could have been anything to a casual observer: a coin, a button, not worth noticing. I ran my thumb over the logo inscribed on the back side: SoundJunkie.
Not only was it surveillance equipment, it was really good surveillance equipment. The best on the market, the stuff the FBI or Homeland Security used.
"How many did you find?"
"Ten. One right next to the bed, too. And he likes it loud, you know... God, I'm so embarrassed."
This went beyond embarrassment and right down to scary.
"Laurie?"
"What?" I asked, still turning the disc over in my fingers.
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"So there I am, minding my own business, on the freaking john for God's sake, and I find this." Cara slid a small metal disc across the table.
I picked it up. It could have been anything to a casual observer: a coin, a button, not worth noticing. I ran my thumb over the logo inscribed on the back side: SoundJunkie.
Not only was it surveillance equipment, it was really good surveillance equipment. The best on the market, the stuff the FBI or Homeland Security used.
"How many did you find?"
"Ten. One right next to the bed, too. And he likes it loud, you know... God, I'm so embarrassed."
This went beyond embarrassment and right down to scary.
"Laurie?"
"What?" I asked, still turning the disc over in my fingers.
"Do you think Jason put the bugs there?"
"No."
"Should I tell him what I found?"
Oh, boy. There was a question for the ages.
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