He was thus a very experienced practitioner of counter-surveillance."Here are pictures of the folks whose privacy we are supposed to protect; and a fu...zy shot of one of the guys watching them that we got from a phone camera." Harold spread out proof sheets with about twenty pictures consolidated into five eight-by-ten printed pages. Kyle looked over the first two compilations, noting the two Japanese gentlemen along with two much younger Caucasian males, one who looked vaguely familiar to him.. That's the only problem, ifyou want to call it a problem, with smoking pot. I took her to myfavorite Mexican spot. We shared some enchiladas and after a couple ofshots of tequila with Dos XX's chaser, we came up with a plan.Lisa knew that Teri was somewhat insecure and therefore had a tendencyto get jealous when it came to her boyfriends. She was thinking wecould use this to our advantage. If she caught him with another girl.Hmm?On the drive back to my place, Lisa sat closer to me in the front. "You always have side bets on the golf course. It's another implied bet. We were playing against each other. I won by at least 15 strokes." Uh, yeah," Andy said. "That's why I wouldn't bet with you even if you'd told me you wanted to. I knew I was going to suck at the game." You still owe me ... I'll think of something," she said, reaching around to pinch his butt through his cotton slacks – completely forgetting that his grandmother was entertaining Ruth and Joy directly behind them.She jerked. One little girl, still screaming (kudos for her). Three adults, ragged, armed with rough clubs. One man held the girl, shaking his hand as though he’d been bitten. Another rifled through the prone figure’s pockets, while the third-a woman-dug through a reed basket. They heard me coming, but it was too late. The looks they gave me were priceless: fear, shock. Anger. Hilarious. Hey. I kill people for a living. I rode the first man down before he had time to recover from his shock, opening the.