So some time ago my mom's credit card was stolen. There were numerous different charges made, some for Lyft, some for some online Chinese store and also one in Australia for some reason, but there was only one that really caught my attention.
It was a charge from the Detroit Property Tax Office. Huh. Apparently you can pay property tax in Detroit with a credit card. We all had a good laugh about that and how that person was almost surely going to be arrested once the charges were refuted.
Well apparently some time ago we also received a package that I didn't know about which my father promptly returned to the post office worker who was filling the mailboxes, and she assured us they would look into it.
Today we got that package back, with our address on it, with someone else's name. From some online retailer in Chengdu. Well, now that's interesting. It also has a phone number on it. A phone number with an area code for Macomb County, Michigan, which is just north of Detroit.
Now that's interesting. Looks like our little property-tax paying friend tried to order something and somehow fucked it up, because instead of putting in his own address, he put in ours. Tomorrow I'm going to contact our bank's fraud department and see if they pressed any charges against the person who used our card to pay their taxes.
Then I'll contact the Detroit Property Tax Office and the Macomb County Sheriff's Office, just seeing how much information I can get and if I can pin this guy down without needing a court order.
Now, Mr. Antonio Sanders, I don't know who you are, or what you've been through in life. I don't know why you're desperate enough to resort to buying stolen credit cards and identities to get by, and I'm sorry that you feel this is the only way you can make ends meet. You picked the wrong person, though. You picked the one with a son who is okay with a computer and currently very bored, and he's coming for you.