Jenny had had enough of Tim’s deceptions. Always he had a ready excuse for being late home. ‘The phone never stopped ringing honey’ or ‘the boss needed my help’. He was treating her like a fool.
She got out her craft box and set about designing him a birthday card with a difference.
‘It’s beautiful honey, too beautiful to put on my desk at work’; but she insisted.
She had constructed a web from wire clips, in its centre was a minuscule transmitter. It had been such delicate work.
‘Tim are you sure that your wife does not suspect’.