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Becker told me that he and his team made $2 million in a ten-year span selling their stolen computers to fences (other criminals who purchase stolen goods). He was doing so much work that police departments all over Florida had begun to share information in an attempt to find the computer thief. Becker figured that the cops had to be thinking about him: Because of his earlier arrests, his name was in their databases. What's more, Cathy wanted to find a place for the family to live where they wouldn't always have to look over their shoulder, a place where they could be anonymous.
So Becker did exactly what so many nineteenth-century lawbreakers once did to hide out from the long arm of the law. He moved to Texas. And just like the outlaws of old, Becker decided to hide out on a ranch.
Well, it was called a ranch. At the edge of almost every large American city there is a development like Stonebridge Ranch: a master-pla
In 1996, Becker put down $56,000 for his new home, which Cathy loved because it had a second-floor catwalk. ("Perfect for decorating for Christmas," she told me.) They added a chandelier to the living room, and on a dining room wall they hung vases from which poured fake ivy. On another wall they placed photos of themselves holding each of their children. "He was a very caring, loving neighbor, friendly to everyone," said Kathy Scherer, who lived on the same street and who believed Becker's story that he worked in "computer consulting," one of those nineties catch-all phrases that could mean absolutely anything. He helped clean up one neighbor's house when it was toilet-papered by some kids. He used his extra-long ladder to help another neighbor put up Christmas lights. He tracked down another neighbor at work to let him know that his burglar alarm was going off and that he'd be happy to check the house out for him. Parents appreciated the way he never yelled at the kids on the soccer teams he helped coach, and the elders at the Lutheran church near the Becker home appreciated the $500 checks he deposited in the collection plate.
Cathy, meanwhile, babysat anytime someone needed her. She generously gave money to a friend on the block who was ru
Becker still held on to his dream of opening a Chuck E. Cheese's. He also talked with Cathy about someday owning a Stride Rite children's shoe store and perhaps a ta
To cover his debts and to pay his father's legal fees, Becker found himself forced to carry out even more burglaries, and it wasn't long before he was flying in his old burglary buddies to help him plunder from Texas's computer companies. During one job, his brother-in-law Da
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He did not have to be told that compared with the pilfering of computers, safe-stealing would be a high-risk, noisy business. The sound of a sledgehammer pounding into the bolts holding a safe to the floor or the ear-splitting whine of a gasoline-powered saw slamming into a steel safe could be heard dozens of yards away. What's more, most businesses with safes-at least safes with substantial money-are located in busy commercial sections of cities rather than remote business parks, increasing the likelihood of eyewitnesses and cops.
But as far as Becker could tell, about the only criminals willing to steal safes were stupid kids who would drive stolen pickups through the plate-glass windows of convenience stores and frantically try to dislodge the safe behind the counter before the cops arrived. He became convinced that he could beat the cops by carefully pla
Becker's team was also ready to make some more money. Although Dwayne's life had improved somewhat through the computer thefts-he had used his earnings to buy a Mercedes-he remained in dicey financial shape. To make extra money, Dwayne's new girlfriend had persuaded him to perform sex acts with her in front of a camera attached to their computer, which were then shown on an Internet sex site. (Viewers who paid to watch the not-particularly-good-looking couple could e-mail them and request that they try new positions.) Meanwhile, Bill was still having trouble keeping a steady job in the restaurant business, and Da
Becker brought in one more family member: his step-nephew Julian Gavin, whose mother had married Bill. Julian was a raw-boned, chain-smoking country boy who liked to take his mother "mudding" (driving her in his pickup through big mud pits). He was also, by his own admission, a crack-cocaine user who had been drifting through life ever since his fiancee had died in a car crash. A concerned Becker told Julian that he could get a new start in life with the money he would make robbing safes. ("Since I had nothing else to lose at the time," Julian would later tell a police detective, "I took him up on the offer.")