About two months after I moved to Seattle, Lewis put me in touch with Ron Austin, Poulsen’s one-time hacking buddy, a guy I knew about but had never talked to. My main topic of conversation with Ron was Justin Petersen, who had touched all three of our lives by snitching on us. Austin and I started communicating frequently. He had provided me with a list of pay-phone numbers in the West Los Angeles area, and I would let him know which phone number I’d be calling him on and at what time.