11:12 a.m. I call Subject's home with my delivery pretext and nobody answers. I leave a message on her voicemail. While I sit here wondering what to do next, a Suburban that was in the lot earlier this morning pulls back into its parking space. I pull out the camera and start filming, just in case. An older woman exits the vehicle. She's got curly dark hair and is 5'9" tall. She is slumped a bit and I notice that she has a limp. Could be her. If it IS her, I should be getting a call back in a few minutes about the delivery.
Sure enough, she calls me. So now I have a physical description, some Subject video, and a confirmation on the vehicle. I coordinate a day for a delivery and watch the building. I get a bonus. My girl opens the sliding glass door on a bottom floor apartment and steps out onto the porch. She sits in a rocking chair for a while.
11:38 a.m. She's starting to get suspicious. She went back inside several minutes ago and has come to the door twice to look out at my truck. Darn. This was the perfect spot. And I'm not finished watching Better Off Dead yet. As soon as she goes back inside, I turn off the movie and hustle into the front seat. I drive away and park several lots down at a different building. Looks like I'm going hiking for an outside surveillance position, folks. Hope I can find a nice, shady tree to climb.