10:22 a.m. Well, what do you know. I am on surveillance with the same lady from Saturday. I just got film of a guy who pulled into the lot and got out with a video camera. He took footage of the front door and the call box. I believe that my client has hired another PI company to run this case. I narrow my eyes. He is a big, burly guy. Looks like a biker. Lots of blue jailhouse type tattoos and long black hair. He scans the area as he walks back to his minivan and gets in. I run his plate. Comes back to a Franko DeMario. Lives in Rockford. Huh. Well, Franko. May the best PI win. I already got her vital stats and some film of her on Saturday.
Franko pulls out of the spot he was in and backs into a space one over from me. Ha ha. He doesn't even know I'm here...spying on him as he spies on MY Subject. Oh, the irony.
10:35 a.m. Franko is gone. Guess he's running a "loose" surveillance. (i.e. He will be coming back every hour to get some footage before taking off again.) Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shoddy. I just did a search on him and got all sorts of juicy info. Do you think I should call him and tell him I've got a package to deliver to his home? Ha ha ha.