The next morning Leah Hawkins sat at the dining room table thinking about what a person would need in order to live in a city like this. He would need a supermarket, a pharmacy, a doctor, a dentist, a gas station, a barber. As the list grew, she began to write it down.

“A bank,” she added. He’d been out for two years, and if he’d spent that time here, he would have a bank. She wondered if she could find a way to see the security footage of banks. The cameras in banks were the best. Anytime there was a robbery in a store, even part of a big chain or a store that sold cameras, the surveillance footage was crap. On the recordings from cameras over the tellers’ windows, a cop could see whether the suspect had shaved recently. The problem was, if her attempt to get Weiss turned ugly, she didn’t want to be on record as having asked institutions for help finding him.

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Seven banking companies were listed online as having at least one branch in Naples. The first one that attracted her attention was part of a small corporation that had only nine branches, all in southern Florida. The branch in the center of town was large, probably the flagship. She took out a dozen pinhole cameras connected to transmitters. It took her several days to leave one camera aimed at the door nearest to each bank’s parking lot.

Over a period of weeks, Leah acquired many hours of bank surveillance recordings and watched them at high speed whenever she had unoccupied time. Photographs of the twelve fugitives were taped to the wall by the computer, on the theory that if one of the twelve was here, others might be too.

When she had tired of looking at the mother’s house, she explored the possibility that Albert Weiss had a house of his own. Naples had a population of about 21,500, with a median age of 65.2 years. Among them, 94.2 percent were Caucasian, 90 percent spoke English, 85 percent were born outside Florida, and 80 percent owned their houses. The best neighborhoods were mostly along the shore. The Old Naples neighborhood, where Weiss’s mother lived, was home to about four thousand people. Leah walked the district once a day. The first day she walked beginning at dawn, and each day she made her walk an hour later. She also drove the district for about two hours a day, going up and down streets in roughly a circular pattern with the Weiss house at the center. If Albert Weiss had come back here to be near his mother, then near his mother’s house was where to look for his place.