Stuff to Spy For by Don Bruns

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    “And what is that third head?” Em looked puzzled.
    “A camera.”
    “No.” Em was amazed.
    “Come here.” He put his arm around her shoulders and walked her to a TV monitor on the wall. There were twelve different scenes represented on one plasma screen. James and I stood under the heads.
    “Jody,” Em stepped to the right, removing his arm, “how does this work?”
    “Right here.” He pointed to one of the scenes.
    “Oh, my God.” She spun around and starred at me. “You and James are in the shot, perfectly clear.”
    Good gadget.
    “Skip, you should see this.”
    If I walked to the monitor, I wouldn’t be in the picture.
    “There are twelve cameras in this showroom.” Jody spread his arms. “You are being viewed from every angle.”
    I walked to the screen. It was unbelievable. James stood in the center of the room, viewed from every camera. “Dude, I can see you from twelve different positions.”
    “Doggie is my favorite, Skip.”
    We all ignored his comment.
    “So, Jody, what are you suggesting?”
    He patted Em on the back as she took three steps from him.
    “Nothing yet. You get an idea of what this lady, the owner’s daughter, needs and you call me, Skip. I mean, I could sell you a couple of portable cameras, voice recorders, and stuff like that, but until you have an idea of what this lady wants—well, you just stay in touch.”
    It was a plan.
    “We’re going to need some voice-detecting equipment.” James was now walking around the room, touching the different items. “Like this.” He pointed to a plastic power strip.
    “Good choice, my man. You can plug in any appliance, lamp, whatever, and this baby will work just like it should. The microphone inside will pick up all the conversation in the room. Crystal clear. You can have your transmitter in the truck, at work, in your home, and attached to a recording device.”
    “And, of course, you’ve got the recording device as well.” Em picked up the small power strip and shook her head in disbelief.
    “And what’s this?” James was pointing to one of the motion detectors mounted in the corner.
    “Tell him, Skip.”
    “It’s a,” I knew I’d be wrong, “motion detector. We install them for security systems. It detects motion in the room. You can set the sensitivity level from low to high. That’s what it is, right?”
    “Meant to look like a motion detector, Skip.” Jody smiled and walked to Em. “It’s a camera, folks. See scene two on the monitor?” He laid his hand on her shoulder. She removed it.
    “Jody.” I should have explained the ground rules before we set foot in his store.
    He spun around. “Skip.”
    “Um, the GPS. It’s really that simple?”
    “You’ve got to change the battery. Every couple of days,you’ve got to go to the vehicle and change the unit. Or the battery.”
    “So, if you don’t change the battery—” James had wandered back to the counter.
    “You lose the signal, James.”
    “Middle of the day, night, early morning, you have to take the unit off the gas tank and replace it?”
    “You’ve got it.” Jody picked up the gray box and held it in his right hand. “You just slide under the vehicle and switch it out. Shouldn’t take over thirty seconds.”
    “Hey, Jody.”
    “Yeah, Skip?”
    “I really appreciate the fact that you’re giving us this prep course on doing some investigation.”
    “Thanks, man.”
    “However—”
    “However what?”
    “Em and I are dating. We’re a couple. I guess what I’m saying is, we have a really good relationship, and I need to tell you that.”
    He raised his arm in mock defense. “Jeez, I wish you’d said something. I mean—I wasn’t coming on or anything. I’m not that kind of—well, I’m a friendly guy. What can I say?” A muscular, handsome, friendly guy who had the nickname of Macho Jody. And I needed to address that.
    I’d taken a stand. Hopefully, she would realize that I loved her. Hopefully, she’d realize