So how did I handle the chipmeisters? Simple. I staked out the apartment building and identified the dealers' major clients—secondary distributors, mainly, rather than the guttertrash users. Once I had lines on most of them, I sent each one a personal message by registered e-mail, politely informing them that I had reason to suspect that the person they were visiting so regularly at The Avalon was involved in the illegal chip trade—all "for their own good," of course. The kicker was that I CC'd each letter to the Cheyenne vice department !