At 7:20 a.m. My Bank Manager Said There Was Six Figures of Debt in My Name

a fake business using Robert’s name to bill money out of an account opened in mine.

James pulled up a scanned driver’s license. My photograph, lifted from some old database. But the address was a Seattle apartment I had never lived in, and the signature was not mine.

“How did this get past my credit freeze?” I asked.

“Your freeze applies to external bureau continue reading …