“Credit.”
My stomach tightened.
“What does it say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Nathan.”
“I haven’t opened it.”
“Then don’t.”
“I thought you should know.”
“Where is it?”
“At the apartment.”
“I’ll get it.”
“No.”
His voice suddenly became urgent.
“I’ll bring it to you.”
I paused.
“Why?”
“Because there’s something else.”
“What?”
Silence.
“Nathan?”
He finally spoke.
“The account isn’t the only thing they used your information for.”
My blood ran cold.
“What does that mean?”
“I don’t know.”
“You said you found a statement.”
“I did.”
“Then what else did you find?”
He took a shaky breath.
“There are two more applications.”
My heart stopped.
“For what?”
He didn’t answer.
“Nathan.”
“Utilities.”
I frowned.
“What?”
“Someone opened utility accounts using your name.”
I stared at my computer.
“When?”
“Months ago.”
“Where?”
“At the apartment.”
I couldn’t breathe.
Someone hadn’t simply tried to borrow money using my information.
