"Rowley speaking." 8:02 am wasn't quite too early to call on a Tuesday. "Morning," Janet LaLonde said. Director of Information and Computing at ICAP, Janet's job reached into every dark corner of the international organization. "You ever heard of Lake Barnacle, Georgia?" "What do I win if I have?" She didn't reply. "No, I haven't. What's up?" "You put in a requisition for warrants on Conor Flynn's financial activity. The warrant cleared, and we pulled up his info. The only thing interesting is several credit-card purchases from Lake Barnacle. He spent three days at the Alligator Moon Motel four years ago February, or at least his credit cards did, and in that time he spent almost a grand on food, drink, and hardware supplies. Mostly the latter." "Where is this place?" "Not too far outside Forsyth, off Route 83." He drew a blank trying to bring it to mind. "Nope. Not ringing a bell." "The internet's pretty spotty on it, too. Population eighty, no post office, no church, no stores. A commune, they're Ben Case's 'family,' who moved there after being ousted from Savannah in '89." He could downright hear the quotations around "family." "Why does 'Ben Case' sound familiar?" "He claimed he was the love child of Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys and Marnie Reeves, whose real name is Patricia Krenwinkel." "Krenwinkle.
