So, they found it.
There’s me thinking I was clever, hiding it inside that old keyboard, but no. They’re very thorough, these people.
Ah well, chalk it down to experience I suppose. I’ll have to phone Larry; he won’t be pleased, but then why the fuck didn’t he put the thing in a safe under the floor or behind a painting?
Didn’t he realise that they had equipment to detect this thing, even though it was inactive, not connected to anything?
Well, I’m certainly not taking the blame for this; it’s all on Larry.
Damned if I’m retrieving it.