Mr. Dark Side, número dos

“The Dark does have its bright side.” Monroe, Grimm
Centuries before we the people began forking out mega-bucks supporting alphabet law enforcement collections of slacker eaters of donuts, it was the private sector who kept society reasonably restrained. Dad was part of that proud, shadow private sector segment. As was Granddad and Great Granddad. Dad started me out early, because nobody worries about a kid with a cheap camera.
I remember what I think was the first time Dad used my youth to infiltrate and get the shot.
Mom tells it different. She claims Dad actually used me as cover when I was an infant. According to her, Dad put me in a baby carriage and pushed me past a secure building all the while snapping photos with a camera hidden under my blanket.
He’d stop the carriage, fuss with my blanket, snap photos with just the lens sticking out then tuck the camera back under. Mom found out and Dad backed off putting his offspring to work for a number of years. While I don't remember the baby carriage episode, I do remember the first time Dad used me for a 'walk-through'.
Walk-through, that's when you just walk by and try to snap a few photos, surreptitiously.