From a Dec 6 phone transcript between Anna Richardson (home) and her husband (on cell):
Anna: Hi, you. I just got home and got Mikey’s Christmas list email, but there’s something weird … did you hear that?
Anna: That click. Like someone picking up the extension.
Sam: No, hon. I didn’t hear anything.
Anna (annoyed): Well, I did!
Sam: Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it was nothing. I mean, it’s not like the government’s tapping our phones.
Anna: (gasp!) How do you know they aren’t?
Sam (calmly): There’s no reason to, is there? Just calm down, honey; I’ll be home in about 15 minutes, okay? Now, what about Mikey’s email?
Anna: It’s like it’s someone else’s list, not his. All sorts of software I’ve never heard of. And I think there’s something wrong with my laptop now. The hard disk is going like crazy, and I’m not doing anything on it. I think it started just about when–
Anna (whispering): There’s that red and white van parked in front of the Peterson’s across the street again! I think it’s been there for a few days. You might be right about them tapping our phone.
Sam (agitated): What? That’s not what–
Mistle (muffled whisper): Check the feedback; I think we’re hot.
Anna (alarmed): There! There’s that click again. And I heard someone talking; I swear.
Sam (worriedly): I heard something, too!
Anna (whispering): I’m going to call you back on my cell.