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     I couldn't resist inserting the following story Michael
Enlow published in April of 1992.  It will give you an idea
of his creative talent and perhaps give you a few ideas of
how a real live investigation is done.

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             UNDER THE SPY GLASS OF MIKE ENLOW...

                  A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MR. X

              (C) Copyright 1992 Michael Enlow


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                            DISCLAIMER

This document was written by an expert, quite knowledgeable in
the methods and techniques of good, successful investigation.
The author has based this material solely upon his discoveries
and experiences in the trade but is not an attorney. Thus no legal
advice is offered herein.

Be cautioned therefore, that this document neither asserts the
legality of any of the methods described herein, nor does it
advocate any usage of techniques without first seeking competent
legal advice and adherence to the law.

The author, editor, and service providers, unequivocally disclaim
any responsibility for damages resulting from the use of any of the
techniques or the consequences of implementing anything contained
herein. This writing is provided strictly for informational purposes
only.

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     ...Speaking of getting answers fast, you have no idea
how fast people can get answers about you.  This month I want
to tell you more about records.

                     THE PAPER TRAIL. . .

     Almost everything you do or say has some recorded trail.
Thousands of companies and government agencies are spending
millions of dollars every year gathering and maintaining
records on each and every one of us.  It would BLOW YOUR MIND
to know just how much information you can get from PUBLIC
RECORDS alone! And you would be dumbfounded at the vast
number of private companies that keep tabs on us, it is
unreal.

     Think about your visits to the doctor's office, for
example.  There are some interesting things you should know
about medical records.

     I'm sure you have gone to a new doctor before.  What was
the first thing they asked you to do?  My guess is that the
receptionist handed you a clipboard with a long questionnaire
attached, and said, "Would you fill this out right quick?"
Did you notice that this questionnaire requests information
that is often totally irrelevant to your medical condition?
WHAT DOES YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER HAVE TO DO WITH WHETHER
OR NOT YOU HAVE APPENDICITIS?

     Over and above the information we willfully provide,
there is a data bank of medical and personal information who
is gathering and storing additional information into our
"file" everyday.

     Hospitals, insurance companies, and many others I
suspect input medical information about you into this huge,
well maintained computer data bank called the Medical
Information Bureau (M.I.B).  M.I.B. maintains medical records
information on almost every human being in the United States.
If you have ever filled out an application for life or health
insurance you're in M.I.B.'s data bank.  But, you never hear
about it.  Why?  I'll tell you.

     This bureau is used primarily by insurance underwriters
as they process applications for life and health insurance.
And guess what? Should you neglect to tell your insurer of
prior medical conditions, you lose!  Yes, you may get the
policy issued, but do you think you will get paid when you
file a claim?

     Insurance companies can access this information at any
time.  When it comes pay-up time, the insurer punches a few
buttons and accesses the M.I.B. to determine what, if any,
previous medical conditions you have had.  Then, they decide
whether or not to pay your claim.  They like to pull up
information you provided on other applications for insurance
to determine if you falsified answers on their company's
application.  On this basis, you wouldn't believe how many
insurance companies get out of paying claims.  Pretty
interesting, huh?

                    YOU ASKED FOR IT. . .

     Since I am getting a lot of calls from clients who enjoy
my little anecdotes on past investigations, and requests for
more stories are rolling in, let me satisfy my subscribers'
interests.  I would like to walk you through a "make believe
scenario" of what it may be like if I were on your tail.
To illustrate this, I'll use the character of. .  .Mr. X.
Read it carefully. Then you tell me, are we secure in our
privacy?  Perhaps less than you realize.

               A DAY IN THE LIFE OF MR. X

     Mr. X wakes up, flips on the light switch to enjoy the
luxury of electricity, and the cycle starts.  Have you ever
thought about all the information you have on file at the
local power company?  He freely surrendered his name,
spouse's name, address, previous address, telephone number,
social security number, next of kin and on and on.  What a
shame!  People at the power company are pretty easy to pick
for information.  ("Excuse me ma'am but we haven't received
our bill this month.  Could you tell me why?  What address do
you have?  Well, why haven't you called us?  What number do
you show? ...")

     He's ready to leave for work, so he grabs his pocket
change, the car keys, and his wallet. . .dragging along a
hundred miles of invisible paper trails.  Think about it.

        a. Driver's License -- Often issued with the same
           number as his social security card.  His deficient
           eyesight or other handicaps are listed.  All
           traffic citation records, showing when, where, and
           at what time each citation was issued. If he's had
           any accidents they are on the license report.
           Where the accident occurred. . .who was with you.
           . . what time. . . (Years ago, I solved a case
           with driving record information alone!)

        b. Credit Cards -- Visa, Mastercard, American
           Express, Diner's Club, and Discover record many
           details of Mr. X's day to day activities.  The
           places he eats, lodges, banks, flies, rents cars,
           and shops are recorded.  It's all in there.

        c. Telephone Calling Cards -- These are registered to
           his phone and provide unbelievable amounts of
           information on him -- who he talks to, where he
           calls from, when he calls, and how long he talks.
           Everything except what he talks about is recorded,
           but who knows, maybe even some of that is recorded
           too.  The phone companies often monitor the work
           performance of their operators, randomly
           eavesdropping on calls for security purposes, and
           although the security division of the phone
           company may deny it, knowing the right operator
           can get someone tapped right into Mr. X's calls.

         d. Automated Teller Machine Cards -- You know,
            this is the card you can use almost anywhere in
            the world to withdraw cash from your checking
            account, savings account, or credit card.  Well,
            those are really nice, but there's just one
            problem. If X loses his wallet, then he is at
            risk.  We all tend to use a number that is easy
            to remember, and easy for Mr. Not-So-Nice-Guy to
            figure out, as well.  I'll bet even yours
            contains one of the following:

               1. Part of your (or your spouse's) birthday
               2. Part of your social security number
               3. Part of your phone number
               4. Part of your address

            Now, if Mr. X has lost his wallet, isn't all of
            the above information also in there?  ISN'T IT
            BETTER TO MAKE UP A NUMBER AT RANDOM?  Never use
            a number that a thug would expect you to use.

     By the way, those business cards and scraps of paper
with phone numbers, etc, he has tucked back in the folds of
his wallet can tell a story of their own.
                     LET'S CONTINUE. . .

     Before Mr. X leaves home, he picks up the phone to call
the office.  By all means, we owe compliments to our phone
company for their wonderful maintenance of records.  Like MUD
lists, for example.  This is a listing of all numbers dialed
from your phone, both long distance and local calls.  There
are also records on file that show all of your previous phone
numbers, the addresses where they were installed, and once
again, your life history -- name, physical address, spouse's
name, each of your social security numbers, and if you have
ever made complaints that your children made long distance or
900 number calls, their names, ages, etc. are included in the
records as well.

     Do you suppose P. I.'s have "contacts" with phone
companies?  With your local phone company having access to
these endless records, of course they do.  The phone
companies can pull up copies of your toll charges made on
your phones for months past.  Just imagine the information
one could get from this. . . Who Mr. X has been doing
business with, who knows him, and many other pieces of
information are all attainable.

     Then, leaving the house, carrying his eel-skin briefcase
with matching Laredo boots, he gently opens the door so as
not to awake his wife who liberally raises hell if he makes
the slightest sound.  He steps in the wife's freshly hoed
flower bed and slides into his shiny, new Caddy.  He's
cruising now, but don't think for a moment that he's gotten
away from the paper trail.  No.  His car is dragging a paper
trail just like his wallet.

     First, there's the contract he signed when he leased,
financed, or even outright bought his car.  It is jam-packed
with neat information about him -- his name, home address,
phone number (even if it's non-published), income status,
credit references, and personal references.  There's also the
motor vehicle registration records and title application that
shows who owns the car, the owner's address, previous owners,
lien holders, and insurance carrier.

     Who cares?  Right?  Well, if he's under investigation,
somebody definitely cares.  You see, someone's income
potential lets you know whether or not it is advisable to
pursue a suit against them. And now that I'm thinking about
it, there are 500 other ways to use this information.

     He's more than likely financing his car with the same
bank he does his regular business with.  It could easily
be learned just how liquid Mr. X is if owes you, and you wish
to satisfy a judgement.

     Meanwhile, while Mr. X is out on the freeway, his dear,
curious wife who is going through the change of life wakes
from her sleep.  He woke her up again, and he had the nerve
to step in her flower bed.  She's sure that he's been smoking
marijuana again.

     As she watches television, she's thinking more and more
about his marijuana smoking.  Suddenly, THERE IT IS, a
program showing the newest technology in drug detection --
Hair examination.  All she has to do is get a hair specimen
and she's got him!  She races to the bathroom, grabs his
favorite brush, and begins stuffing hair in a zip-lock
baggie.  Yes. It's to the lab we go!

     In no time at all, she's got the results.  Hurrying to a
private room, she opens the file.  Boy, did she get more than
she bargained for!  Not only is he smoking marijuana, but
he's taking penicillin to rid himself of some infection she
didn't even know he had.  No problem there.  She sure as hell
doesn't sleep with the guy.  WHAT!  He's doing cocaine, too?
Lord, she's seen that on Oprah. . . He's in for it!

     She heads for the lawyers office and files for divorce,
no questions asked.  She can't prove her suspicions that
he's been having an affair (yet), but she can prove he's
been using drugs, not to mention his "mental cruelty."  Yea,
she's got him. . .and her attorney says he'll petition the
court to make him pay the legal fees. . .

                     SO, LET'S CONTINUE

     Mr. X still hasn't made it to work.  The freeway traffic
is terrible.  He's way late already, so he speeds up.
MISTAKE!  Smokey wants to see his driver's license --TICKET
CITY --80 in a 55.

     Driving records can be a very important factor in
litigation.  Although, sometimes considered circumstantial
evidence and irrelevant, if you have multiple speeding
violations and have a serious accident, speeding may be
alleged as a contributing factor.  Those records just may
persuade a jury that you have reckless disregard for the
safety of other drivers, and subsequently, you may be forced
to pay punitive damages of thousands and sometimes hundreds
of thousands of dollars!  Bad decision, Mr. X!

     Ok. The cop's through--he's back on the road.  He stops
by the post office.  What have we here?  A private drop box?
Why?  There must be something.  Is he just paranoid . . .
protective of his privacy. . .or could he be running a scam?
If that's the case, he could be in serious trouble.  You see,
drop boxes are not as confidential as you might think.  In
fact, the people who run these "private mailboxes" are easier
to get information from than the government operated post
offices.  They'll spill their guts with the slightest prod.
They're over regulated, underpaid, and when a "Federal
Process Server" shows up with a quick flash of a Federal
subpoena, they all but give him the key to your box.

     Who is a "Federal Process Server" anyway?  It's you, me,
your spouse, anyone eighteen years of age or older who is an
American citizen.  Investigators will use a subpoena, and as
a "Federal Process Server" get information.  After all,
doesn't it sound impressive?  Well, let me tell you just how
impressive it really is. . .

              IT'S IMPRESSIVE ENOUGH TO LAND YOU
                         IN CAMP FED!

     You see, impersonating a Federal Official is a serious
crime!  Don't ever use a ruse that can be construed as
impersonation of a law enforcement official .  .  .  unless
you enjoy fighting for your turn to use the bathroom . . . or
making little rocks out of big rocks.

                      BACK TO MR. X. . .

     He retrieves the mail and sorts it over the trash can.
The investigator patiently waits, knowing that he is about to
learn a lot about what Mr. X. is really like.  You see,
knowing what you receive in the mail will equip a top-notch
investigator with the ammo to design a suitable pretext to
meet you face to face.  Think about it.  Little old ladies
don't usually receive brochures from Soloflex.  Healthy men
and women with an interest in fitness and body building do.
With a suitable pretext, an investigator can get inside. Once
inside, an investigator can pick Mr. X's brain to pieces. He
could secretly install listening devices, browse through his
life. . .

     Let me give you an example.  Suppose Mr. X's mail
contains numerous offers about gardening like, "How To Build
a Greenhouse" and "How To Grow Pumpkin-Size Tomatos."  With
only a few days of checking garbage behind him at the post
office, a good investigator could design a pretext of a
"business offer he can't resist."  With such a pretext I
could walk right into his office, meet him, become his
friend, eat lunch with him--gathering facts galore!

     If we really "strike up a deal" I could get him to give
me lots of really hot information--his non-published home
phone number, his home address, and all kinds of other
personal information.  If Mr. X really likes me and wants to
"get in on my deal", I could persuade him to fill out my
"application."   Then, there's no limit to the amount of
juicy information I could get. Actually, almost anything I
want to include in the "application," like financial
information, academic achievements, previous employers,
criminal history, armed forces info, the nearest relative not
living with him, personal references, etc.  And I wonder just
how alarmed he would be to learn that I'm checking the
information on his "application".

     Do you suppose if I talk with his past employers, I can
learn more?  You betcha!  What about his neighbors?  There's
no end to a good investigation.  I leave with a truck load of
valuable information, and he's stuck wondering, "Why haven't
I heard from. . .?"

     At last, he arrives at the office.  His secretary is
beautiful and cheerful as always with her bronze-tanned body.
WATCH HER!  She's a knock out--she's reliable--even clever--
BUT, IS SHE VULNERABLE?  It would shock you to know how many
secretaries private investigators date. . .

                          1-800-2TAG

     At the office, he browses through his business mail and
there's a strange letter.  There's no return address, and it
was forwarded from his previous address.  Inside there's only
a handwritten note.

          Jerry, please call me as soon as possible.  I
          must speak with you immediately.
                           Jim. 1-800-123-4567.

     Mr. X quickly grabs his phone and dials the 800 number.
An all-too-familiar voice answers -- "XYZ Corporation, How
may I direct your call?"  He rapidly hangs up the phone. He
knows, all too well, who it is.  Hell, he's been dodging
their attempts to find him.  He's their target for a law suit
and he knows it.

     Well, he can relax for now.  The letter was forwarded,
so they don't his new address yet.  They will have it soon,
though.  Unknowing to him, XYZ Corporation was waiting for^B
looking for those ten-second, hang-up calls.  She will have
address simply by calling a 900 number. (1-900-288-3020 to be
exact) It's costs only $2.00 per minute to use this service
to criss-cross a phone number to a name and address.

     Now it's 10:00 in the morning.  Mr. X better get with
it.  He has a lot of work to do today.  Since most of his
business is done by phone, he props back and begins to dial.

     Suddenly, Ms. Bronze-Bod interrupts him and asks for his
pager.  "There's a service rep from your paging service who
needs to swap out your pager," she says.  "Because of
expansion, they are going to a new system and must re-program
all their old pagers.  This one is an exact model, everything
should be ok. . ."

     The day creeps by slowly. He wades through the mounds of
paperwork and dozens of calls.  The time is 4:50 P.M.,
another day bites the dust.  He leave work at 5:00 P.M. as
usual.  The traffic is backed up and he is enjoying the music
of a local FM station.  In his boredom, he picks up the
cellular to call an old college friend.  She may like for him
to stop by and give her one of his famous massage treatments.
The call is intercepted by a modified scanner, and the
private investigator overhears every word.

     Finally, there's a break, and he slides through traffic
noting a small blue Ford he's seen before.  The Ford is still
caught in the traffic jam.  He was beginning to get
suspicious, but he's home free now.  No one is following that
he can see.

     What he doesn't know is that the P. I. has locked in on
his cellular signal.  Finding him won't be a problem.  After
all, he's already heard the call and know's where Mr. X is
going.  To be safe, the investigator uses the cellular signal
as a tracking device.  In no time at all, he's located the
rushes to the local library and copies a page from the R.L.
Polk City Directory, showing the names, addresses and phone
numbers of everyone in the apartment building.  He rushes
back to the area and calls the various apartments.  Clear as
a bell he can hear the phone ringing. . .He hears a familiar
voice.  "I'm not here," X says jokingly.  Then his sweetie
picks up, "Hello..."

     Moments later, the P.I. finds the apartment.  It's the
one conveniently marked by a Laredo boot print just like the
one made in the flower bed early this morning.

       Within minutes, the investigator is chuckling as he
listens to the ridiculous lines Mr. X is feeding his college
sweetie.  The investigator is hearing everything that is
going on inside. . .He hears every sound, every moan.  What a
trip!  As Mr. X leaves, the investigator pulls out his trusty
35 mm camera with it's 800 mm high powered camera lens and
discreetly photographs the farewell fondling.

     The investigator keeps a loose tail now.  Mr. X is
driving in the direction of home. . .no need to follow
closely.

     He enters the house and explains to his wife how sorry
he is for being late.  "No, I wasn't out smoking marijuana
with my friends... No, honey, I'm not having an affair..."

     He promises his eternal love to her as he undresses,
climbs into bed, and turns off the light.

     Wait!  He forgot something.  He turns the lights back
on, gets up, and carefully places his pager in the charger.
Mr. X's new pager, identical to the old one--concealing a
beautifully crafted bugging device--charging to divulge...

               Another day in the life of Mr. X

     The agent listens to the steady snore of Mr. X; it tires
him further. He's O.K.  He'll just wait for his turn to rest.
After all, Mr. X has a rather busy schedule tomorrow.  He's
booked with appointments between 8:00 and 5:00. He can sleep
tomorrow. ..  Well, at least until 3:00.  There is the
appointment at 4:00 p.m., he needs to photograph.  .  .

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