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obtaining false identification were two of Evans’s greatest skills while on the run. If Horton wanted to find him, he knew it was going to take some sort of mistake on Evans’s part.

CHAPTER 8
    Tim’s car, a blue 1989 two-door Pontiac Sunbird, was found late in the day on Monday, October 6. By the sheer logic of basic police work—tracking down leads and following up on them—the Rensselaer Police Department (RPD) responded to a report of a car parked at the Rensselaer County Amtrak train depot about ten miles from Latham, New York, the last town in which Tim had been spotted. A car in the parking lot fit a description of Tim’s. Unlocked, the car had its parking lights on and driver’s-side window open when police arrived. The keys were under the driver’s-side floor mat, which, Caroline explained later, was totally out of character for Tim. What turned out to be a lead that would ratchet the investigation up a notch—a knapsack loaded with tools and some of Tim’s clothes—had been found in the trunk. When Horton got a chance to look through the knapsack, he concluded that Tim probably wasn’t carrying around pliers and glasscutters and other burglar tools because he was planning on doing some handyman work. Instead, as he had suspected all along, Tim had been pulling off burglaries with Evans.
    Working off a lead he received from the Bureau, SSPD detective David Levanites was dispatched later that day to Nick DiPierro’s house, Tim’s ex-brother-in-law.
    Although they had gotten along well throughout the years, Nick said his relationship with Tim had never been that close.
    “What can you tell me about him?” Levanites asked.
    “I know Tim is involved with criminal activity with someone else he hangs around with. He told me one time not too long ago that they—him and his partner—were committing burglaries in New Jersey, Connecticut and Massachusetts.”
    “Did he say anything else to make you believe this?”
    “He asked me, well, I mean, he showed me some coins one day and asked me if I wanted to buy any of them. They were old, from the 1800s, I think.”
    “What else?”
    “I refused. But a little while later, I saw him again and he told me that he sold them for a thousand dollars.”
    When Horton heard what Levanites had uncovered, it only solidified his theory that Evans was, most likely, the last person to see Tim alive.
    “It was the coins; the merchandise had Gary’s mark all over it,” Horton recalled later. “One of Gary’s favorite items to steal was rare coins. He had stolen tens of thousands of dollars’ worth throughout the years.”
    During the next few days, the Bureau kicked into high gear regarding their search for Tim and, now, Gary Evans. They knew if they found Evans, they would find Tim or his body.
    Horton briefed his team several times throughout the week, mapping out a plan. There were leads to follow up on from the SSPD. People to interview. Background checks. Evans had a propensity to live in motels and hotels throughout the Capital District and was known to retreat into the woods when he felt the pressure was on. Part of his MO was to keep an apartment and a motel room at the same time so he could bounce back and forth.
    “Finding Gary Evans if he didn’t want to be found,” Horton said later, “wasn’t easy. That much we knew. Yet, sooner or later, I knew Gary would make contact with whatever woman he was sleeping with at the time. The only problem I saw right away was locating his most recent girlfriend—I hadn’t seen or heard from Gary in almost two years.”
    The last known contact Tim had with his wife was at 1:03 A.M . on Saturday, October 4. Horton assigned an investigator to go to the Dunkin’ Donuts in Latham to talk to anyone there who could identify him. A “lead desk,” an exclusive office inside the Bureau designed to generate leads, was immediately set up. Horton put all seven investigators he had available on the case.
    While his