About 10:00 one night in February, Lewis and I drove over to Eric’s apartment building at the address I had gotten from Pacific Bell after I obtained Eric’s number using the caller ID ploy. The building was impressive, a pretty upscale and buttoned-down apartment complex for a guy like him—a spread-out, two-story stucco building with a locked entrance and a remote-controlled garage gate. We waited until someone drove out of the garage, and walked in. I could have described the place before seeing it. Carpeted lobby, tennis courts, swimming pool with Jacuzzi, palm trees, recreation room with a large TV.