Stolen identity
There are times when I so very much want to be an investigator. Take, for example, the rather intriguing story of a man who lived for at least 25 years with another person's identity. It was only discovered when he died last July 31 and names of family members led nowhere. (This link is to the same story, different writer.)What makes people do the things that they do? What kind of a past did this man have? Somewhere there must be relatives, no matter how distant, who really belong to him. But what will it take to find them? Every single person is unique, and that, in my opinion, is probably the most valuable thing for an investigator. Combine that with curiosity, common sense and a fascination with people, and the result is a power to be reckoned with.
Posted by Layla at 8:55 PM, June 01, 2003
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