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...Become a Private Eye?
Grant Bauer '85 is owner of Bauer Investigations in Albuquerque,
N.M. The firm, which specializes in insurance fraud, has offices
in 13 states and employs 47 investigators.
Q: So, is being a private investigator as cool as it looks
on TV?
A: Definitely not. We don't conduct surveillance in a red
Ferrari like Magnum, P.I. We're usually in a cramped van somewhere,
waiting around for hours to catch someone on videotape. It
can be dangerous - we go to some tough neighborhoods, and
I've been shot at but if we think we're being observed,
we're out of there.
Q: How did you break into the field?
A: I was interested in the field in college. I was recruited
by a government agency, I can't tell you which one, and later
was hired by an agency in Los
Angeles. I moved to New Mexico, where I worked 3,000 hours
as an
apprentice before taking the private investigator's licensing
exam. Every state requires a certain number of hours before
you can apply for a license.
Q: What's your most common type of case?
A: We investigate insurance fraud, so we take on a lot of
workers' compensation cases, disability claims, auto accidents
and slip-and-fall cases. We conduct surveillance, photograph
accident scenes and take statements. About 70 percent of the
time we find some degree of fraud.
Q: What are the most important qualities an investigator
needs to have?
A: Patience, self-confidence, the ability to read people and
the discipline to shut up and listen. Good investigators are
self-sufficient and detail-oriented. I look for someone who
can gather intelligence, put it in a neat package and communicate
it to others.
Q: What's your best P.I. story?
A: I once was in very snowy mountain conditions on a surveillance,
and I hadn't found the subject's house. My car overturned and slid
into a ditch, and I crawled out and went for help. I went to the
first house I found, and, as the owner let me in to use the phone,
I realized he was the person I was looking for. I got out of there,
but the next day I went back and filmed this supposedly disabled
guy building a house. He finally saw me, realized what was up and
chased me back to my vehicle. But we got him on tape.
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