Chapter 5
Two days later, after listening to her seventh personalized mediation, Andre opened another beer and handed a fresh one to Dana.
“Good news and bad news , Dana my dear. At least Ms. Relaxation isn’t asking for cash this time.”
“What’s she asking for, then? The keys to my apartment?”
“Kind of. Just visit this website.” He handed her another page covered with his scrawling handwriting. A cryptic web address, jumbled numbers and letters, was circled at the bottom. “You’ll feel ever so much better once you provide your savings accounts, credit report data, government account passwords, and any other identifying information you can think of. All your troubles will be a thing of the past.”
Dana swallowed half the beer, shaking her head.
“I thought old-school identity theft died o
