ADN's Debra McKinney penned a fascinating short profile of Levi's publicist a few years ago:

With the body of a bulldozer and head like a wrecking ball -- let's just say you'd be ill advised to diss his mama. Yet a big part of his job requires being invisible. Him and his size-15 alligator shoes.

As a private investigator [for 20 years], Tank Jones sees what isn't meant to be seen, hears what isn't meant to be heard, knows what is supposed to be secret. He's pretty sure, for example, that a client's boyfriend who ducked out the door at 5:30 for an early-morning run didn't mean to be videotaped indulging in a little side-dish activity on top of a picnic table in Elderberry Park.

"In the beginning, I used to say, 'I can't believe they did that, ' " Jones said. "I don't say that anymore."

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