Bonnie stared at the note, speechless. "What are you going to do?"

"Find them," Michael said shortly. "We should have stayed here last night on guard."

"Michael," KITT reminded him gently, "the abduction did not happen last night. You spoke to Mary Scott on the phone earlier this morning, and she was fine. You cannot guard someone 24/7, including broad daylight, and also effectively do your job. You also do require rest yourself, in fact more than you've had the last two nights."

Bonnie looked up and down the street. "Maybe somebody saw something."

Michael shook his head. "I doubt it. It's Sunday morning, not too late yet. The sleep-in crowd would still be sleeping in, the church crowd would have already left for church, and the take-a-day-trip-on-the-day-off crowd would be gone, too. It's a perfect time in a quiet neighborhood. As long as nobody screamed - and I'm sure they kept Mary silent by holding a gun on Candy - nothing to attract attention from the neighbors. Also, there would have been at least one local and a friend of Rick's with them. If anybody did see, nothing would have been suspicious." He slammed his hand down on the edge of KITT's steering wheel, and then his eyes sharpened, zoning in on some idea. "KITT, call Sheriff Benson."

That suggestion made perfect sense to Bonnie, but the ensuing conversation with the sheriff wasn't anything like the one she expected.

"Sheriff, this is Michael Knight."

The sheriff sounded surprised at this Sunday morning call from the man he had warned not even an hour earlier. "What do you want, Knight?"

"Sheriff, just listen to me for a minute. There is a plot underway to steal several corporate secrets from Computech. I'm pretty sure the new marketing director, Sanders, is the ringleader. Also a couple of locals who work there have been bought, Ben Warren and Thomas Mason. No idea who the buyer for the secrets is, but I'm almost positive that the actual theft is going to go down today. Would you please stake out Computech - from a distance, discretely - today? At least until after 2:00."

There was a stunned silence for a moment on the other end of the line. "Exactly how do you know that? How are you involved here?"

"I'm just trying to find the truth. But the people I've been on the trail of have done something now to make sure I'm occupied throughout today, at least up until 2:00. Therefore, I think this is when the deal is going down. They're trying too hard to have me tied up off their trail today."

"How do I know you aren't just distracting me from something yourself?"

Michael sighed. "Call Devon Miles at the Foundation for Law and Government. Ask him about me. Look, by late this afternoon, I promise, I'll be moving on out of town anyway. All I'm asking is that you have some people keep an eye on Computech today. Sunday is a great day for a theft at an industry, you know. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong. What do you have to lose?"

"What are you going to be doing meanwhile?" Benson demanded.

"Trying to find Mary Scott and her daughter. Please, talk to Devon. If I'm wrong, I'll admit it to you and apologize in front of anybody you choose. If I'm right, you will get the credit for taking down a ring of cyberthieves. Isn't that worth a few hours of your time on a Sunday?"

There was a pause. "I'll call this Miles. But I'm also going to check him out and this Foundation, too."

"Be my guest. Thank you, Sheriff." Michael hit the button that ended the call, then stared through the windshield for a moment. "KITT, look up Ben Warren and Thomas Mason, in particular real estate holdings. Warren has a farm, I know. Does either of them own or rent any other buildings outside of town?"

Data started scrolling across the screen. "Ben Warren owns a 180-acre farm that has been in his family for generations. I find no other real estate. Thomas Mason rents a storage unit at the facility where the two men tried to kill you. He also rents a small warehouse ten miles out of town. He also drives a car which matches approximately the model of the getaway car yesterday after the attempt on you. I was unable to get the license plate yesterday, but body style and color match."

Michael nodded. "Good work, buddy. Okay, we'll start with Mason. I hope they are at his places, not on Warren's 180 acres. Less to search." He turned on the ignition. "Let's go, KITT."

Bonnie, sitting in the passenger's seat, didn't even notice this time that she again was automatically classified on the sidelines instead of in the main chase. Instead, she found herself wishing Michael and KITT speed and skill in their hunt today.