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themselves mean nothing," Big Mike Williams read aloud from his notes. "The evidence they took off the girl revealed very little. The skin and blood under her fingernails did not match any DNA in the FBI's files. But the watch. The watch was a find. If they could trace–"
    The ringing of the phone startled Big Mike out of his rambling. He grabbed it on the second ring. "Williams."
    "Hey, Dad? This is Williams, Two."
    "Hi, Son, What's up."
    A slight pause an then, "Uh, you know I'm pretty good on the computer, right?"
    Big Mike looked at the ceiling and said a short prayer. "Yes? Do I have to call off the cyber police, young man?"
    No, no! Nothing like that. It's just, well, I think I have a little more info on the watch Bean found."
    Big Mike sighed. "I'm listening." He could hear the rustling of papers and Pone dropped the phone twice before he was ready to talk.
    "Okay. I got it now. I took the stuff your guys had on the watch. I went to the website where the watch was sold. I found the watch. By the way, Cash was right. The watch is about twenty-five-thousand dollars worth of gold and other stuff. It is not something you can pick up at Wal-Mart."
    "Go on."
    More paper rustled. "And you can only buy this watch online." A silent pause.
    Big Mike began to sweat. "And?"
    Pone waited another beat. "And if one was to be able to hack Cartier's records, they would find that one of the three watches sold online was sold to a guy in Milwaukee. A very rich guy in Milwaukee."
    Big Mike was in a panic. "Stop! Don't say any more. Any information you find illegally will not be able to be used as evidence in court. So before you tell me anything else, you need to tell me how you got your information."
    A huge sigh. In a small voice Pone admitted, "I hacked their sales records."
    "Damn it, Mikey, you can't do that!"
    "I could be an unknown source with a tip."
    "But that would be a lie, wouldn't it?"
    "Yeah. Wait a minute. I gotta do something."
    The phone clicked in his ear. Big Mike heard a dial tone. He hung up. The phone began to ring and he grabbed it. "Michael Jonas Williams, I am warning you–"
    A gravelly voice rumbled in Big Mike's ear. "This is not Michael Jonas. This is an unknown guy with a tip about the watch."
    "Michael, I have had about enough of this. I'm trying to change your criminal thinking habits. This is not doing you a bit of good!"
    "I said I'm not Michael, but if you want to know who murdered–"
    Big Mike's cell phone rang. "I am not through with you yet young man. He picked up his cell phone. "Williams."
    "Dad? Your house line was busy so I thought I'd call your cel–"
    Big Mike dropped the cell phone and snatched up his house phone. "Are you still there? I'm sorry, my other phone rang and I–"
    "Never mind. I do not have much time. Look at Franklin B. Hunnicut IV." Big Mike scribbled the name on the counter top. "He has a taste for expensive watches and young girls."
    The phone went dead.
    Big Mike stared at the name on the counter top. He heard muffled shouting and realized Mikey was still on his cell phone. Snatching it up he said, "Sorry, Mike, I thought you were on the house phone."
    "No not me. I wanted to check out if a tip would be judged as–"
    Big Mike broke in. "Hold on, I just got a real tip on the house phone. They said to look up Franklin Hunnicut the Fourth."
    "Wow, Dad. That is the same guy I was trying to tell you about!"
    "Well, it's better to go the legal route. My phone records everything. This is what I have pounded into your head since you were a child. We got lucky this time, kid. It's usually not this easy. Why don't you tell Bean and Cash we can meet in the morning to talk about how we go from here?"
    "Uh, can't do it until after about ten o'clock, Dad. We have to deliver landscape timbers to the Christian camp outside Lake Geneva. We're going to build them raised beds for a community garden. They want to donate the harvest to homeless shelters."
    "Great project. Okay, I'll go into the