thought of as PIP.
âLetâs see what we come up with. It might take a few hours, or it might take a few minutes, or somewhere in the middle,â Snowden said, his eyes glued to the screen.
Twenty-three minutes later, Snowdenâs fist shot high in the air. âGot it! Abner, is this your friend PIP?â
Abner peered over the top of his reading glasses. âYep, thatâs her. A younger her, but it is PIP. Younger, Iâd say, by ten years. Where does she live?â
âGilbert, Arizona. Not that far from here, as the crow flies.â Snowden looked over at his people and nodded. They left the room immediately.
âWhere are they going?â Dennis asked.
âProbably out to heist a vehicle so they can drive to Arizona. Thatâs what I would do if I were them,â Jack said.
âWhy not just rent a car or truck?â Dennis asked.
âPaper trail, kid,â Ted said. âDonât worry, Mr. Dudley Do-Right. Theyâll leave money on the seat when they return it. Theyâre just borrowing it for now.â
âWhat if the owner calls the police?â Dennis persisted.
âWhat? You think this is those guysâ first rodeo? They know what to do and how to do it. Theyâll go into the garage, look for a car with dust on it, one that looks like it hasnât been driven for a while, and hot-wire it. When they return it, no one will ever know. Does that make you happy, kid?â
Dennis didnât know if it did or not, so he clamped his lips together and crossed his arms over his chest, disapproval written all over his features.
Harry moved next to him. âGet over it, Dennis. Like now. Do not ever question what we do again. Are we clear on that?â
Dennis swallowed hard. âItâs crystal, Harry. Really, really crystal. Iâm over it. I am so over it, you wouldnât believe me if I told you.â He eyeballed Harry and was rewarded with a smile that sent better men than him running for cover. âSee, see, Iâm loose as a goose. You want fast and loose, Iâll give you fast and loose.â Harry walked away, to Dennisâs relief. His knees started to buckle, but Ted caught him just in time.
âOkay, people, here is PIPâs profile, thanks to Google. Sheâs thirty-nine years old. This proves she does have a personal life aside from her . . . ah . . . other life. Her name is Mary Alice Farmer. She sells organic plant seeds online. And she makes a living at it. Has a small specialty shop in Gilbert. She owns her own house, no mortgage. She drives a vintage Ford Bronco. According to her credit-card history, she travels five or six times a year by plane. Odd places, so I assume those trips are to attend hacker conventions. She doesnât charge a lot on her credit cardsâgas, drugstore purchases, Home Depot stuff. Single, never married. No pets. Dates maybe once a year. However, she has a very robust brokerage account at Wells Fargo. High, high seven figures. She must sell a lot of organic seeds to account for her bottom line. Even a fool could look at this and realize she has an outside income. Hard to tell from this report. Mode of dress is sneakers, jeans, T-shirts. No fashion plate. Abner, does this sound like the PIP you know?â
Abner shrugged. âI donât know anything about her personal life. Iâm hearing this all for the first time, just the way you are.â
âOkay, okay. I get all that, but based on the picture here on the screen and what Iâve just told you, do you think this is PIP?â
âYeah, yeah, I do.â
âOkay, thatâs good enough for me. Hold down the fort, people. When you see me next, I will have Ms. Mary Alice Farmer in tow. We wonât be coming back here, however. Weâll take her to The Venetian. Someone call and reserve a room in the name of Zack Hammer. Hereâs a credit card to charge the room to. Not to worry about returning it. I
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