Having been given a phone, I legged it round to a shop on Portman Square (no plugs for it here) that specialises in surveillance kit. 'Jane Smith' said she needed the phone back that night, but I wanted to grab as much info as I could from it first. They managed to pull off all the data on there and install a handy device to relay calls and messages. br br I returned the phone - the security guard had changed, thank god - along with the receiver for the bug. Now, Jane should be able to listen in on her boss's calls.