"Think maybe there's more bugs around here?" Fred asked as he peeked behind a picture. "They can put 'em in all kinds of things, even in olives in drinks."
Dean laughed. "No, whoever bugged us knows they're been made. Now if they heard something they wouldn't know if we were feeding them lies or not." He took two aspirins and sank down in his easy chair. He didn't even bother to report this latest break-in. His headache didn't need the paper work.