It's the morning of June 2nd 2009, Eli Weaver wakes up to a banging noise.

The racket is coming from Eli's friends who've come to pick him up for a day on the

lake.

He's supposed to be ready by about 3.15 am so the group can get an early start to their

fishing trip.

Eli's nowhere to be found.

His neighbor, David Yoder, knocks a few more times on the front door.

Then Steve Chup, another man in the fishing party, walks around the back of the house.

He starts to bang on a door closer to Eli's bedroom.

But still, nothing.

Finally in the window, a light flicks on.

Another 10 minutes passes before Eli emerges.

He mumbles and excuse and he climbs into the car.

The group stops to get supplies and pick a few more men up.

Steve Chup, a formerly Amish man that turned menonite, sits in the driver's seat across

from Eli.

Over the course of the day, he notices Eli seems well off.

He's usually never late for a fishing trip, but now he seems disorganized and spends the

entire drive on a phone he shouldn't even be using in the first place.

He's Amish.

He barely looks up.

He's furiously texting.

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