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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred j Page 115 of 307 "I'm not going to go to jail for a job. I don't have the investigators license, Steve. Following someone could be mistaken for stalking someone. I just don't want to risk it." "Nephi, calm down. Will you trust me? First, you won't get caught doing anything. Second, even if you did, I know an attorney in Reno would get you out of that jail in about five minutes. I've already faxed him the application that we have pending. You see, we have started the paper work. For a job like this, that's all we have to do. Trust me, the courts know that people have legitimate jobs to do. Ours is a legitimate job." Steve was good. Legitimate. Nice. He had no license to hack the surveillance cameras at casinos and he could probably do it at crosswalks. Applications could always be denied. Why would the court care if an application had been submitted if it had not been approved? He had started paying me in cash. I knew nothing more about this case than what I had been told. Which was next to nothing. Yes, Judge, I was asked to drive hundreds of miles to take pictures of a stunningly beautiful cocktail waitress with a mysterious past and then I was asked to follow her home to her residence. Why would anyone believe this? Don't stalkers get placed immediately in the Sex Offender registry? Why wasn't Steve doing this part of the job? |
