"Busy week?" the carrier asked, handing Arthur a stack of custom orders.

Arthur navigated to the USPS website, feeling like he was petitioning a digital deity. He wasn't looking for a shady database of leaked emails; he wanted the tool.

"You need a list," his neighbor, Mrs. Gable, shouted while watering her petunias. "The Post Office. They know where everyone lives, Arthur. Even the ones who don't want to be found."