Undercover! The very word conjures up images of taut excitement in sleazy bars or bdsm clubs. Wonder what the reality is. Long lonely hours engaging in possibly illegal acts while trying to get the necessary evidence to convict criminals. Nothing glamorous about it. Just adrenaline edged survival.
The scary truth is that undercover work is dangerous. Agents and officers often must work alone. They need nerves of steel and the acting skills of an Oscar winner. Some have to leave family and friends behind for long months. There is always the danger that their cover can be blown by an acquaintance who recognizes them.
So I wonder why we use the undercover officer as a device in so many of our stories? Is it a jeopardy thing? Something to heighten the sense of dange? What makes it so attractive?
In another note, I was sitting here last night--well actually it was 2:30 AM. I heard people go up the stairs outside my apartment. Then I heard people walking about upstairs. Flushed the toilet. Turning on the shower. Finally got quiet about 3:00 AM. I know you're wondering why I'm even telling you this stuff. Well... no one lives up there. That apartment has been empty for three or four months. So who was walking around? I didn't hear them leave.
When I called our management office today they blew me off. So here it is. If the place is vandalized? I warned them.