When I had my own PI license, much of my work was for insurance adjusters locating people who had been held responsible for an accident, but had ‘skipped’ to avoid paying for their responsibility.
In the pre-Internet days, much shoe leather (and tire tread) was expended attempting to find such persons.
One case I was assigned was to locate a young woman who reportedly worked for (get this) a telephone company inside an electronics firm. Huh?
I ran the usual drill: directory assistance (no current listing); calling the previous good number (disconnected).
The electronics firm was a very large company with U.S. government defense contracts, so trolling the large parking lot for license plate numbers was out (armed private security).
I went to the Arizona Motor Vehicle Division (jocularly referred to a MoFoVee) and obtained a driving record and vehicle information for our ‘skip’.
The driver license had old data, and the motor vehicle record showed one vehicle, with a heretofore unknown address. Huzzah!
The address was almost walking distance from my home office!
I had to drive-by a couple times to catch the vehicle parked at the new address. Confirmed.
After preparing and sending out the report, I shared my good fortune with my wife. She worked for a large electronics firm. You can see where this is going, can’t you?
She explained that a private telephone company was resident within her company to maintain the thousands
of telephones and intercoms throughout the company campus, and connection intercompany with other corporate buildings throughout the Valley.
My wife had had lunch the previous week with my skip! They weren’t close friends, but knew each other in passing, and happened to see each other in the lunchroom.
About a week later, they had lunch again. My skip was apparently quite upset that process servers had found her and served her at her new address. She explained to my wife that she had left the scene of an accident, so she had to keep moving to avoid responsibility. She had no idea how they found her.
My wife had to keep biting her lip to keep from giving it all away.
Small World, eh?