CHAPTER 8I WALKED INTO THE room and on the nightstand was a package about 8” x 10” x 4” deep. I sat on the bed and opened it. The first thing I wanted to check was the passports, especially the photos. My God, was Jim good. My photo would be relatively easy to get, but how in the world did he find a photo of her? Still, he did. I was worried all week I would open her passport only to see someone else’s photo. After all, he had never met or seen her. Well, I guess he had seen her now. Next, I checked the rest of the contents: two ATM cards, two credit cards, two California driver’s licenses and two iPhone 6s. All were in the names of George and Ann Kennedy. Perfect. Next, I opened a manila envelope that contained a complete history of both of us. It had new social security numbers, where w
