Something about donning a shirt and tie every day transformed me from a once hardy teenager to a rather unruffled man on a first job. It was alright except that I seemed to have forgotten how not to get my butt kicked.

What an ill feeling, being helpless as to turn my wallet and wristwatch over to a thief one time, who added insult to the injury by booting me on the stomach. Hitting back with stun gun knuckles was the suggestion given by my buddy.

A string of mysterious notes left for me to find claimed evidence that I pocketed the profits of an operation turned over to me by my parents. And here I thought it was a shop devoid of thrills, much less acts of coercion.

Who could I trust? Failing to come up with an answer, I set about searching for the best wireless hidden cameras on my own. On the internet, I zeroed in on inconspicuous spy camera systems camouflaged as everyday sights.