Betsy pulled a small tape recorder from her purse.
Betsy turned on a tape recorder as Howie reclined on the bed, turning away from us.
"Tell us where you were," Betsy begged, hardly able to contain herself as she turned on her tape recorder.
Betsy turned on the tape recorder and followed him.
"We have to tell them," he said, pointing to the tape recorder Betsy had retrieved from the basement.