Brandon followed the voice to the bedroom. A young red-haired agent Howard introduced as Agent Miles held up a round, putty colored glob.
“I found this stuck to the inside door frame. Whoever planted it was smart enough to make it look like a piece of calking. In an old house like this, no one would ever notice.”
He turned it over to reveal a tiny lump of circuitry. “This thing may be small, but the transmitter is powerful enough to carry even a sigh all the way across the room. Anything said within twenty-feet of this little guy would be as plain as if you were whispering in the guy’s ear.”
Brandon glanced over and saw Nate shivering. He turned to Howard, who must have noticed it, too, because he said, “Have you finished the sweep, Miles.”
“Yes, sir. I still have the guest bedroom to
