Rick and I are developing our working rhythms in rooms with an an adjoining wall where we can call to one another or even Skype. Skyping is big in the Geneva house between floors.
However, he was a bit confused when he heard my computer talk about how to install a tracking device without the person who owned the car knowing it. He appeared at the door with a quizzical expression but happily listened to my explanation
Perhaps he was relieved to discover, my heroine Annie had to do it in the mystery novel I'm working on called Murder in Ely. Of course, I needed to explain how she might have an idea how to do it.
As a tech writer about five years before, she'd written a manual for a tracking device company and also translated it into Dutch, German and French from the original English. Even then she relied on Dogpile (in place of Google) to get directions on how to do it, not trusting her memory.
Now if anyone wants to do install a secret GPS tracking device themselves, this is the link
"Would you know how to take a dashboard off?"*
"Not deliberately," he said.
*(Note to housemate: Don't worry if you're reading this, we're not testing this on your new car)