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The First Surveillance

Back in the mid-70’s, I was working for the double-billed Stewart Security Service/Thin Man and Associates.
I was working as a security supervisor at the Country Club, and, on my days off, getting training and working as a private investigator.
I finally received a surveillance assignment, in a nearby college town.  Boring stuff.  Grad students were getting together and ‘being romantic’.
Unfortunately, one of the grad students was married to someone else.
Arizona’s No-Fault Divorce law had yet to be enacted.  This meant, among other things, that the offended party had to prove what was termed alienation of affection (i.e. fooling around) in court.
A lot of business for the P.I. community.
So, I staked out the apartment of one of the parties.  This was in an area just East of the college known back when people cared about such things as ‘Sin City’.  Where students lived together ‘in sin’.  And, sure enough, the subject arrived with their ‘friend’ and entered the apartment.  Lights out, curtains closed.  I’m guessing sinning commenced.
But, sitting in the car offered a limited view of the slimeball’s, sleazeball’s, lover’s apartment.  And sitting in the car on yet another hot Summer night seemed less than desirable.
Having no camera or illegal bugging device, catching them in-the-act, as it were, seemed problematic.
I noticed an apartment pool, and as I was about the same age as the grad students, magically became a grad student, and went to sit by the pool, where it was cooler.  (and offered a better view of the subject’s apartment).
Soon, I was joined by another student!  He talked about going to school here, too, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Fortunately, I had actually gone to school there (remember Joe Cool?) so, I had some points of reference. 
Eventually, my buddy left, said he had a class in the morning, and left me to the mosquitoes and the heat.
And, the apartment remained dark, curtains closed.
Finally, after midnight, the couple separated, and he left.  Not working for True Detective Magazine, kicking in the door and taking a flash photo of the couple in flagrante delicto with my Speed Graphic might have been sensational, but certainly would have gotten me arrested.  And, I didn’t have a camera, anyway.
So, the client had to be happy with the typewritten report, specifying the time the apartment was entered, who did the entering, the time elapsed and the time one of them left.
Pretty boring stuff compared to TV and the movies.
But, I was stoked!  This was my first surveillance!

About guffaw1952

I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.


5 thoughts on “The First Surveillance

  1. It was a start, which beats the heck out of the opposite.

    Posted by Rev. Paul | July 26, 2011, 11:53 am
  2. @Rev. Paul – Thanks.

    Posted by Guffaw in AZ | July 26, 2011, 11:54 am
  3. It's always fun. It's more fun when someone doesn't shoot at you and there are cinnamon donuts.

    Posted by Brigid | July 26, 2011, 5:19 pm
  4. @Brigid – HAHAHAHA! Never was shot at (whilst on surveillance). There was the torch/pitchfork crowd recounted in an earlier post.The only problem with food and beverage is what eventually happens after comsumption.I'll stop now.

    Posted by Guffaw in AZ | July 26, 2011, 5:27 pm
  5. Sin City! I haven't heard that area called that in 30 years! My step-brother had an apartment there back in the 70s, was a dump back then, still is.Greg

    Posted by Anonymous | July 26, 2011, 11:06 pm

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