My Three Years in Identity Theft Hell
Hounded by bill collectors, searched at the airport, thwarted in a house hunt. Here’s how I got free—for now.
Lessons Learned From Three Years in Identity Theft Hell
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The banker at Wells Fargo looked across her desk at me with the pained expression of somebody who wants to sell you something but can’t.
“I see you already have several accounts with us, Mr. Armstrong,” she said. “Are you sure you're a new customer?”
I was and I wasn’t. I had accounts everywhere, and most of them weren’t mine. This wasn’t the first time, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.