Hidden Earbuds For Work Novels & Stories

After the suited man left, he asked softly, "Bro, did you think of a good way?" "Yup!" Big Ken nodded and fished out a mobile-phone-sized black object and an earbud as he explained, "I’ve put a miniature transmitter in that man’s pocket just now and this is the eavesdropping signal receiver. As long as we stay within a distance of 50 meters from the target, we’ll be able to hear his conversation with Zachary Ewing." "Nice one! Bro, I didn't expect you to carry these things with you."

Reached behind the second row of books the ones Diana had chosen, small board books with specific illustrations she had ordered from a shop in Hammersmith and brought over in her coat pocket in October. He brought out something small. Circular. The size of a coin. A listening device. I looked at it in his palm. “Behind the books,” he said. “Professional grade. Not the kind you buy online the kind used by people who do this seriously.” He paused. “It has a range of thirty metres and a battery life of six months.” He held my gaze. “It was placed within the past eight months. Before Emmanuel was born.” Eight months.

"The entire time." "Okay," I said. "And if anything goes wrong—" "I know," I said. "I'll get out." He looked unconvinced, but he didn't push it further. Zane worked fast. A small earpiece, nearly invisible, fitted under my hair. A microphone disguised as a button on my jacket. By the time he finished, it was three forty, and the city outside was still dark in the particular way that meant dawn was still hours off. We drove in near silence.