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As an investigator, I spend a lot of time in sound-proofed interview rooms. In these cozy little spaces, I get up close and personal with some of the nastiest criminals in the world. Money launderers, mobsters, illegal gambling ringleaders – the list goes on. I sit with them, sometimes for hours on end, persuading them to tell me everything they know.
I usually use a pocket-sized tape-recorder to record my interviews. But recently, due to a series of mix-ups at the agency that I’d rather not get into, my tape recorder was unavailable, and I was forced to record the interview with my phone.
As soon as I entered the room, I placed my phone on the edge of the small wooden table, hit record, and took a seat facing the suspect. “So, how did you end up swimming in a pool of hundred-dollar bills in a secret Guatemalan hideaway?” I asked. (I don’t do softballs.)
The suspect glared at me. “How did you know I was in Guatemala?” he hissed, practically foaming at the mouth. “I didn’t tell a soul. Except Smith.
Yikes. The poor guy had no idea that Smith flipped on him weeks ago. “Listen, in this day and age, the walls have eyes,” I told him. “You can’t get away with anything. Just tell me how you got the money for that hideaway and I’ll help you out as much as I can.
“I’ll NEVER tell,” the suspect screamed, slamming both his hands down on the table. His shout ricocheted through the sound-proofed room, and the table shook with the force of his anger. My phone, which had been placed ever-so-precariously on the edge of the table (oops), tumbled to the floor.
My stomach lurched. I had been recording interviews all day on that phone. A broken phone meant missing evidence, and that meant a failed case. In other words, I would be toast.
I bent over and gingerly picked up the phone. OK, so far, so good. It was still recording. The screen was still in mint condition. I exited the recording app and checked my files. Everything was still in order. I breathed a sign of the relief – of course everything was fine. My phone was shielded by my new Covert 2 case from Ghostek. That thing is so sleek and subtle, but the protection is endlessly powerful. I’m going to recommend the Covert 2 to all of our field agents.
I calmly placed my phone on the center of the table and smiled at the suspect. “Now, where were we?”
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