It was a long shot, but there was just a chance I might be able to prove it. During the lunch break, I went to a storage locker I had opened while in Las Vegas just before going on the run. It was crammed with cell phones, chips, printouts, floppy disks, and more—stuff I couldn’t take with me but didn’t want to lose and couldn’t risk leaving at my mom’s or Gram’s, where the Feds might show up with a search warrant and find it all.