It was indeed connected to his name, for someone had stolen his identity. They had gone on a spending spree, racking up charges on his credit card and forging his signature on cheques. For sure, this was a wrong that needed righting as, this time, it was personal.
He also now remembered reporting the matter to the police. But he had not held out much hope of Inspector Eustace McCormick catching the miscreant. The man was a joke who couldn’t inspect a manhole cover if he was standing on it. X recalled having resolved to track down the identity thief himself and mete out an appropriate level of vengeance.
No one crossed X and got away with it.
No one crossed X and got away with itWith his heart pumping with the excitement of the chase, X towelled himself dry as fast as he could and donned
