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I hit an office supply store before dropping by Larry Jenkins’s casa. You’d be amazed how far a clipboard can still get you in this day and age. My laptop was back at Lisa’s house, but I convinced an imaginative young woman in the copy center to whip up a signature sheet and print a few copies. When I told her I was a PI, she even added a fake signature and address to the top of the form below my own. (“I’ve always wanted to be a Genevieve,” she said.) Larry Jenkins was a computer guy. He used to head up the information technology department for one of the smaller phone companies. He “used to” a lot of things: have a wife and a nice big house and all the toys to go with it. Based on his court pleadings and Lisa’s vague impressions, I had a general idea of his progression to the Land of Us