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DOG GUY
“This is actually a neat piece of kit.” Haris sat at Lennox’s dining table, poking at the remains of the surveillance device Brian had knocked off the wall. “A ceramic stethoscope microphone, a miniaturised amplifier, a wireless transmitter, and these additional microphones look like a noise cancellation system. Of course, it could be improved by using one of our batteries, but overall, it’s well made.”
An attempt to fix Haris with a glare only made Lennox’s head pound harder. Perhaps he should have lined his stomach before he drank the bottle of Scotch, but the last thing he’d wanted to do was eat. Not on Wednesday, not yesterday, and not this morning either. Tally had brought him a breakfast bagel, but it was cooling in the bag while Brian drooled under the table.
“I told
