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Monday, September 13, 2010

Bicycle......BICYCLE

I now have a new appreciation for my daughter Elizabeth who just returned from a nine week 3800 mile bike journey.

Over the memorial weekend I was retained to conduct a weekend surveillance on a gay male subject, visiting one of Massachusetts treasured Islands, for some rest, and to think about his failing marriage. When I took this job I was excited because he was leaving his car at the port only taking along his blue bicycle. I then proceeded to prepare my advance work which helps an investigator cover all bases before his or her arrival. I rented a room close by ( since the same B&B was booked), I rented a bike, and I arrived a few hours early to set up. One of the suspicions we had going in was that he would connect with someone on the ferry to possibly have an affair. He arrived as schedualled alone. I then sent my female partner inside the B&B where she confirmed that he checked in alone. My suspicions now dropped a bit unless someone was checked in at another location only to meet up later.

Note: Refer to my book " Happens all the time" for some tips on the smart way to be sneaky.

Well back to my original thought before I started blabbing...... This believe it or not was my first time in 20 plus years that I can remember my only means of surveillance was a bike. Let me tell you it is so much easier to sit in a car to conduct a surveillance. You may also ask why didn't you bring your car over and follow the bike this way ? Well a few reasons that I can think of would be bike paths, and the local police. Islands are small, and the locals who live year round can point someone out like me. With the police you should try to check in, although I don't recommend on such a small island because they can just be a hindrance.

So the surveillance went on for a day and a half and we got to hang at the beach, shop on Main Street, and sip a martini by sunset. The client was relieved and our asses and legs hurt like hell.

Another day in the life of a DICK......

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