4
LEAH
Day one of surveillance duty in Kevin’s apartment, a Wednesday, otherwise known as a slightly more temperate version of hell.
After I left yesterday, I’d hopped into a cab and ridden back to Blackwood headquarters, where everyone had laughed at my outfit, and Marvin, who was basically a deputy assistant of gadgets, had given me a crash course in bug installation.
“It’s quite straightforward. All you need to do is attach the microphone to the wall with these sticky pads. The batteries should last for three days at least, even transmitting at full power, and they’re simple to change. We might need to refine the positioning a bit, but—”
“Wait, wait.” I held up a hand. “Won’t he see the microphone stuck on the wall?”
“Well, you’ll need to hide it behind something, obviously.”
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