Tammy smiled over at John. "This is what you used to do?"
John smiled back and shrugged.
Frank's door was closed. John knocked lightly and they heard a shout from the other side that told them to come in.
"I was just getting together everything we need for this," the lieutenant said as the two walked in. He was behind his desk with a wooden box open in front of him. Inside was a mesh of wire and electronic equipment.
"I'm starting to get a little nervous," Tammy finally admitted. "Is this going to be safe?"
"We can try something else," the lieutenant spoke up.
"I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you," John said. He reached over and squeezed her hand. They both sat down in the two empty chairs in front of the desk.
"Right," said Frank. "Just try to get something out of the guy. If nothing happens, don't worry about it. We'll try something else."
"I've just never done anything like this before. I'm sorry."
"It's all right," John said, still holding her hand.
"Did you two arrange a meeting?"
"We did," John said.
"Yep. Tomorrow night at the Shamrock Café down on Pacific Avenue," Tammy told him. "We called to set it up on our way over here."
The lieutenant was still fumbling around in the box. "Here. Try this out." He handed her a long thin wire with an earpiece on one end and a silver tab on the other.
"I feel like the Secret Service," she said with a forced laughed.
Frank handed the wire to Tammy. "Good thing your hair will cover the part that goes in your ear. Just clip it in and run the wire down your back and around under your arm to one of your front pockets. Remember to wear a dark shirt with buttons. If you're afraid he might see something, you might be able to get away with clipping the microphone to your bra. It's sensitive. It doesn't matter if your clothes cover it a little. It'll pick up."
She clipped the one end to her ear. The flesh colored piece fit like a hearing aid. "What do you think, John?"
"Looks good. It has a built in antenna. That's all there is. Just that one wire."
"It feels all right, I guess."
"Turn this way," Frank said. "I can't even tell it's in there."