I Lost My Samsung Galaxy Smartphone And Now Someone Is Pretending To Be Me Online
“I understand,” I said. I had spent all afternoon at work reading every article I could find on the body. No one had been reported missing, no one had seen or heard anything despite over seventy campers scattered across the grounds. She had wandered into the campground where she was found, police had said. They followed a blood trail for almost a mile until they lost it, but it was going deeper into the forest. There were no signs of sexual assault or defensive wounds, but all of the wounds were “pre-mortem,” caused before she died. She wandered the woods with her face and throat slashed to pieces. The only blood on her was her own, her arms covered in it from trying to hold her skin together. I shook myself out of the thought and swallowed another dry mouthful of red wine.
“Do you think someone would try to set you up for this?” Kane asked after holding out his glass for a refill. I shrugged as I poured.
“I don’t have any enemies that I can think of. No jilted exes, no ex-friends.”
“You’re the perfect description of ‘mild-mannered,’” Kane said with a sigh as he leaned back in his chair.
“And generally a very anxious person,” I pointed out, staring at my phone in the middle of the table.
“So, this happened after we got you a replacement?”
I nodded. “Same number, most of my stuff was saved on the cloud so I imported it and it was like the same phone again.”
“Did you ever recover the one you lost?” Kane pulled out one of his notebooks from his bag and started taking notes. I shook my head.
“No, I looked everywhere. I retraced my steps for days but never found it…. And we couldn’t track it, so it’s not on.”
I ran my tongue against my teeth and stared at the edge of his notebook. “What if someone could transfer the information off of it without turning it on?”
Kane shook his head. “It’d need to be on, at least for a second. On the cloud it’s different, it’s your off-site storage. Your encryptions and work-sensitive information never transferred off the phone unless at a licensed station. They couldn’t get anything important.”
“What if they didn’t want anything important? What if they just…needed a new number?”
Kane looked up.
“You know…a new number to stalk someone from?” I said.