Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Is Katherine Spamm Telling the Truth? Is Webb Link in over His Head?

Newspaper article St Louis Post-Dispatch (MO)

Is Katherine Spamm Telling the Truth? Is Webb Link in over His Head?

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Chapter 2: The Dame's Tale

(continued from last week's GET OUT)

Katherine Spamm's story was almost as good as her coffee. "I met Hank Spamm a few months ago at one of those Cyber-Cafes. Cappuccino and computers, that kind of stuff. It was exciting, meeting someone so powerful. You know what I mean?" I didn't, but I wrote down the name of the joint and told her to continue. I take notes because clients expect it, but I've learned not to expect too much out of a first interview. People hire a P.I. because they're trying to keep their secrets. If they were willing to face the truth, they could do it online at the Confession Booth and save a lot of money. "Hank and I hit it off right away. I was a newcomer online and he liked showing off his knowledge. It was all very innocent," she said, crossing her legs. It was a distraction I suspected was meant to draw my attention away from the less believable aspects of her story. "The next thing I knew, we had added our names to the Online Bridal Reg istry." "Charming, but what does this have to do with your missing friend?" "Well, Hank got me one of those hot notebook computers, a THX 1138 with a cellular modem, for a wedding present. He likes to send me electronic greeting cards from Hallmark when he's working late at the office. That sort of thing." Most of my clients aren't so happily married, and I had my doubts about this one. Still, I encouraged her to get to the point. "About a week ago, I was having trouble with the computer. Hank figured it was some kind of software thing. A virus, I think he called it." I made a note to visit Antivirus Online and let her to continue. "He took it down to have P.C. -- that's Paul Conroy, the alpha-geek at Spamm Internet -- check it out. That night Paul, er, P.C., called to say he'd found something." "He was in the habit of calling you at night?" I asked. "Of course not, " she said, demonstrating a remarkable ability to blush at will. "that's why I knew it was important. He told me to meet him the n ext day for lunch, but he never showed. I finally called his office and found out he hadn't come in that morning. …

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