Case File# 8A2734
My subject is allegedly suffering from an injured neck and back and has told the insurance company he can no longer work. It isn’t much work to discover that he is, nevertheless, employed by a large vending machine company. He has apparently neglected to inform his new employer of one little detail -- he is not supposed to be working.
Subject’s duties involve checking several vending machines each day to restock and collect the money. He then reports back to the company and turns in the proceeds.
One fine day my subject drives to work as usual. He departs on his route driving the company truck, unaware that his temporary guardian angel – me – is accompanying him. The first stop for this diligent employee is his own house, where he apparently goes back to bed. After a couple of hours, he decides to get after it, and drives to his first stop and performs dutifully.
On his next stop, he also does a superb job restocking machines and removing cash. Then, as he approaches his vehicle, he looks around. This is when I really start paying attention, as his behavior is sending up a flare saying, “OK, watch me do something really stupid.”
After looking in all directions including mine (window tint is a wonderful invention), he pulls currency out of the company pouch, removes his wallet from his back pocket and deposits the cash there. He looks around again, satisfied, and gets back in the vehicle.
This makes you wonder why the subject does this while standing in the parking lot next to his truck and not inside it. It makes me wonder, too.
Anyway, Mr. Skim-a-little-from-my-new-employer returns to his residence, where he possibly stuffs his mattress with his earnings before taking another nap. He must do one heckuva job interview.
In about 45 minutes he departs again. His next vending machine stop is – I kid you not -- the local sheriff’s department. For some reason, he decides not to add to his retirement fund at this location.
He makes a few more stops and takes two more rest periods at home. He then returns to the vending company and calls it a day.
I would pay good money to be in the room when my videotape is shown to my subject. He will presumably have plenty of time in the pokey to rest his bad back and neck.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
A Break in the Case
Case File #7J904:
I’m sitting in my surveillance vehicle with a perfect view into my subject’s van. Said subject is an adult male, just arrived at his doctor’s office. He, allegedly, has hurt his back, so badly he can hardly move.
I follow subject to the doctor’s office, videotaping him as he slowly walks inside. It will interest you to know that the subject was very busy the previous day, carrying various articles from a shed into his residence. Also, it turns out, he runs a fencing operation -- buying, holding, and selling stolen property -- and owns a lengthy criminal record.
As I wait for my subject to leave the doctor’s, to see where he goes next, what appears to be a mother and son arrive and park next to the van. They also enter the doctor’s office. After 15 minutes or so, the son, who is 16, perhaps, returns to mom’s car. He stands there smoking a cigarette, gazing idly at my subject’s van.
He notices that the van door is unlocked. Very nonchalantly, he opens the door, looks around, then jumps inside. Even I am surprised. As I watch, this penitentiary prospect rifles glove compartment and console, stuffing items into his shirt. He then moves to the back of the van to continue his fruitful endeavors.
The lad is fast. He jumps out of the van, looking some pounds heavier, and into mother’s car. Unloading his booty in the back seat, he covers it with a blanket. Then he calmly walks back inside -- before mother gets worried, no doubt.
Some time later, my unsuspecting subject slowly, agonizingly walks back to his van. I am videotaping his progress. Getting into his vehicle, he sits for a moment. He peers about him. He opens the glove compartment. I do not have to be a lip reader to make out what colorful language he is capable of.
My disabled subject springs out of his van, stomps to the rear and throws open the doors. He commences throwing things. He thrashes about in a fury, like someone with Tourette’s. It’s a fine thing that video cameras are self-stabilizing, as I am laughing so hard I can’t see. As my unhappy subject, finding no one in sight, drives off, I must compose myself to follow him home.
Why did I not interfere, you will ask. Because: 1) No one was being physically injured or threatened; 2) My first obligation is to my client, and to do so would have blown my cover; and 3) I had all I could do to not pee in my pants.
What goes around, as they say, comes around. I often find this to be the case.
I’m sitting in my surveillance vehicle with a perfect view into my subject’s van. Said subject is an adult male, just arrived at his doctor’s office. He, allegedly, has hurt his back, so badly he can hardly move.
I follow subject to the doctor’s office, videotaping him as he slowly walks inside. It will interest you to know that the subject was very busy the previous day, carrying various articles from a shed into his residence. Also, it turns out, he runs a fencing operation -- buying, holding, and selling stolen property -- and owns a lengthy criminal record.
As I wait for my subject to leave the doctor’s, to see where he goes next, what appears to be a mother and son arrive and park next to the van. They also enter the doctor’s office. After 15 minutes or so, the son, who is 16, perhaps, returns to mom’s car. He stands there smoking a cigarette, gazing idly at my subject’s van.
He notices that the van door is unlocked. Very nonchalantly, he opens the door, looks around, then jumps inside. Even I am surprised. As I watch, this penitentiary prospect rifles glove compartment and console, stuffing items into his shirt. He then moves to the back of the van to continue his fruitful endeavors.
The lad is fast. He jumps out of the van, looking some pounds heavier, and into mother’s car. Unloading his booty in the back seat, he covers it with a blanket. Then he calmly walks back inside -- before mother gets worried, no doubt.
Some time later, my unsuspecting subject slowly, agonizingly walks back to his van. I am videotaping his progress. Getting into his vehicle, he sits for a moment. He peers about him. He opens the glove compartment. I do not have to be a lip reader to make out what colorful language he is capable of.
My disabled subject springs out of his van, stomps to the rear and throws open the doors. He commences throwing things. He thrashes about in a fury, like someone with Tourette’s. It’s a fine thing that video cameras are self-stabilizing, as I am laughing so hard I can’t see. As my unhappy subject, finding no one in sight, drives off, I must compose myself to follow him home.
Why did I not interfere, you will ask. Because: 1) No one was being physically injured or threatened; 2) My first obligation is to my client, and to do so would have blown my cover; and 3) I had all I could do to not pee in my pants.
What goes around, as they say, comes around. I often find this to be the case.
Allow me to introduce myself
It was a cold, dark and stormy night. I was sitting at my desk when a tall, voluptuous blonde walked in without knocking. The scent of jasmine and vulnerability wafted in with her. She leaned over my desk and said in a soft, sultry voice “I need your help and I’ll pay what ever it takes”. Then my cell phone rang jolting me back to reality, sitting in my surveillance vehicle, 98 degrees outside, about 105 in the car, in the middle of nowhere. I was waiting for my subject to do something.....anything. I answered my phone and it was a client from an insurance company. He wanted me on the other side of the state at 6:00-am the next morning. It was a reeeeealy important “rush” case. (For some reason, they all are). The only thing I could think of was where’s my Gatorade bottle, I gotta pee.
Hold on. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Loner Hatch. I’m a Private Investigator and have been for many years. Bare with me a moment while I give you a brief career history in relatively sequential order; I started out as a Store Detective busting shoplifters, then an Internal Investigator for major retail corporations busting employees and management for theft and embezzlement. I moved on to private investigations handling divorce and child custody cases, Process Server, undercover work, and bounty hunting. I finally started my own company dealing only with insurance fraud investigations. I’ll be here writing about all of these things, including actual cases. Some sad, some unbelievable, most...funny. I’ll give you information on the real world of Private Investigations from all aspects and true stories of actual cases.
Stay tuned...
Hold on. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Loner Hatch. I’m a Private Investigator and have been for many years. Bare with me a moment while I give you a brief career history in relatively sequential order; I started out as a Store Detective busting shoplifters, then an Internal Investigator for major retail corporations busting employees and management for theft and embezzlement. I moved on to private investigations handling divorce and child custody cases, Process Server, undercover work, and bounty hunting. I finally started my own company dealing only with insurance fraud investigations. I’ll be here writing about all of these things, including actual cases. Some sad, some unbelievable, most...funny. I’ll give you information on the real world of Private Investigations from all aspects and true stories of actual cases.
Stay tuned...
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