The coffee was good. Actually, the coffee was incredibly good. As he sat at his desk, he couldn't believe how really, really good the coffee was. Gayle had heard right; the coffee was amazing. Pawn smiled as he thought of her. Gayle was nice and he wanted to help her. The least he could do was a bit of recon on the casino for her.

He dug through his pocket and emptied the contents onto his desk. He unfolded the scrap of paper and read it.

"Player2Player. Costa Rica. Robert Kline (AKA Knuth) and Robert Kline, Jr. (Bobby)."

He flicked the mouse to BiDiBLAH and hesitated. Even though the tool worked incredibly well, Pawn hated that he had come to rely on it. He opted instead for a few manual WHOIS lookups and found that the BLAH wouldn't be needed. WHOIS records revealed that a company called Kline had registered the casino's IP range and it listed an administrative contact number in Costa Rica. Pawn had no idea how to call there, but a quick Google search provided what he needed. He checked his clock. He remembered from school that Costa Rica was an hour behind his time zone. It was just after 4:00 p.m. There was a good chance someone would answer the phone at this hour.

He punched 011506, followed by the number, and after a few clicks and pops, the phone began to ring. Pawn panicked. Caught up in the hunt, he had just dialed...