Starlitz was watching his rear-view mirror. "Well, the van," he mumbled absently, "I got a lot of software with the van ... this box of Commodore floppies tucked in the back, somebody’s back-ups, with addresses and phone numbers ... About a million suckers who’d pledged money to Six Flags Over Jesus. Man, you can’t ask for a softer bunch of marks and rubes than that. " He turned off the highway suddenly.