Yesterday, I arrived home from work early to let Potatoe out. I fully expected to find poop on the floor. I keep coming home to poop on my floors. I feel patient with him as he needs some time to adjust to my return to work. I left the house late in the morning, and I returned early in the afternoon, but I think he is acting out.
Needless to say, I felt really happy when I found he made no mistakes. I rewarded him with a long walk and lots of cuddles. I returned from our walk to find proverbial poop in my mailbox. Someone forwarded my mail to some unknown address, and got a Bank of America credit card in my name. A note from the post office informed me of the forwarding of my address. The Bank of America credit card in my mailbox informed me of the new credit card.
I did some homework and a bit of sleuthing, and now I know who did it. Would I send a person that I know, a so-called friend, to jail? Yes, absolutely yes. Actually, I marvel at the idea of the police showing up, surprising her and placing her under arrest.
Moreover, I am proud of my detective work. Free advice – do not steal the identity of someone that specializes in technology and data security. I am literally not as dumb as I look. Cyber security experts cost hundreds of dollars an hour, and they are not at the police department’s disposal, but one literally sat next to me at a former job for years. He gets lunch on me the rest of the week as I needed his help to crack the case. Hell, he is single and cute in an awkward sort of way. Maybe, I will buy him dinner too.
I have an appointment to speak with the police on Friday. Why Friday? I want to talk to someone in person, and I need my Brainiac helper with me. Friday afternoon is the only time that we (policeperson, smart guy and I) are all three available.
Her only chance now, would be to confess to me before the police get involved. I am not out anything, as I caught the fraud and cancelled the credit card right away, so I would not have to press charges in order to recover my losses. I am out for justice, accountability on her part, and most importantly a heart-felt apology. I am deeply hurt that she did this to me. I hate that this made me cry.
I suspect that she never imagined that she would get caught, and that in the off chance that she did get caught, I would not do anything about it. She read me wrong, and she hurt me. There will be a price to pay for this. She gets to decide if that is criminal charges or an apology.
Stay tuned…
Hi Amber. I read this blog last night, but didn’t comment right away. I always enjoy these! Amazing detective work you did on such an awful, deceitful thing!! You might have found “another calling”. Amber “don’t mess with me” Detective Agency! Thank you for letting the girls stay at the apartment. They are blessed with your awesomeness, as well as Dean & I.