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Spam Kings by Brian S McWilliams

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Patricia's Graveyard Gambit

Just outside St. Johnsbury, Vermont, the tire on Davis Hawke's Ford Crown Victoria blew. It was barely six o'clock on a chilly morning in late April 2003. Brad Bournival had been dozing in the passenger seat, when Hawke cursed loudly and pulled over to the shoulder on I-93. They had been on the road for about four hours, after spending the evening at Foxwoods Casino in southeastern Connecticut. In recent weeks, Hawke and Bournival had regularly taken some of their profits from penis pills to the casino's seventy-six-table poker room. And tonight, like most nights, the spammers came away a bit richer.

But Hawke had seemed distracted when they cashed out around two a.m. As soon as they got outside, he was on his cell phone, trying to reach Patricia. Since moving to Rhode Island that winter, Hawke had been back to Vermont only a couple of times. That left Patricia mostly alone, except for their wolves. She had been taking classes at Lyndonville College, and Hawke usually phoned her every few days. But he'd been unable to reach her for a week, and she wasn't responding to the messages he left on the answering machine.[7]

When they got to Hawke's car in the casino parking lot, Hawke said he had decided to head up to Vermont and check on Patricia. Bournival had never been to Lyndonville, so he agreed to go along. He would regret it later when, by the side of the freeway that morning, Hawke revealed that the car had no spare tire. (Although Hawke had hundreds ...

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