9:29 a.m. I don't think my guy lives here. I've been trying every legal and illegal resource I have to track him down, but there's nothing. I even checked the Social Security Administration Death Index to see if he'd died and we just didn't know it. I checked police reports and incarceration databases... I've traced any possible aliases...
I could find out for sure in two minutes with a quick phone call to the residence, but the client in this case has left strict instructions that no phone or physical contact take place.
And I can't try out my nifty Bible pretext because the client just indicated they don't want a neighborhood canvass done, either.
Any ideas from the blogosphere?
9:42 a.m. Someone called the cops on me again. Yesterday the police did a driveby, but the cop was smart enough to continue on and not blow my cover.
No such luck today.
This time a cruiser and an unmarked car come up and sandwich me before the uniform got out and confronted me. Sigh. I told him that I called yesterday to inform them I was here and he was like, "Oh, yeah. I figured it was something like that. See ya."
Thanks for blowing my cover, copper. Now that the entire neighborhood knows I'm here, I'm sure the rest of my day will be quite uneventful.