A hard slog
Surveillance wasn’t easy. Some thought it was a doddle, just sitting around waiting for something to happen, and, in the meantime, filling up on takeaway and endless coffee.
Some thought it boring because in all likelihood little happened over a long time.
Quite often the funding ran out long before a result was available.
David had nothing else to do, so it was his only option, other than finding a way to annoy the new security.
He found premises near the Featherington London residence, then when the place was least populated, planted listening devices in various places, some to be found, others not.
He tracked the limousine, now driven by the head of security to see where it was going promptly every morning, with the mistress of the house.
Located other premises to be watched, a result no doubt of being able to go through documents at the main residence.
Got an accurate guide to how many men were in the security team, where they went and what times they performed basic duties.
And watched Susan as she slept in her room, making him feel almost like a stalker.
But it didn’t take long for several revelations to surface, the first, Susan had a new relative that he had known of before, but only by sight, and second, someone he thought he could trust was not what he appeared to be.
Time to throw the cat among the pigeons.
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