Remember the hand held GPS reciever that was found in some Arab's apartment in NYC? First the guy said he never saw it before, then he said it was his...then he said it must belong to his buddy....and that mentally challenged judge let him walk.
It was an aviation radio, not a GPS. And it turns out that it didn't belong to the Arab at all, but an American pilot on the floor below him--and that the hotel rent-a-cop had planted it in the Arab's room so that he could "find" it and be the big hero.