For Lewis and me, listening to wiretaps was a game, a lark. For Pacific Bell Security investigators, it was part of the job. But one of the investigators, Darrell Santos, was in for a surprise. He came in to work one morning, went to have a listen to what had transpired on the intercepts he had placed on my dad’s lines, and discovered that all of the Pacific Bell’s electronic surveillance had stopped in its tracks. There were no audio intercepts; everything was dead. Santos called the Calabasas frame and asked, "Are our boxes still working there?"