Amber Boston: the Case of the Stolen Identity Part 1

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Amber Boston: the Case of the Stolen Identity Part 1

I'm Amber Boston, Container & Packaging Spy. My morning started like any other, but then the letter arrived. It came like any other piece of mail. Not by owl, though that would be pretty amazing. My mail carrier screeched up to my house in her beat-up delivery truck, shoved a bunch of pizza coupons and insurance advertisements into the mailbox, and took off with a squeal of rubber. As the dust settled, I walked out to collect the mail. I sifted through it: junk, junk, junk, coupon, political advertisement, junk, junk¦ I nearly threw the whole pile straight into my recycling bin when a tan envelope caught my eye. It had no return address, so I nearly tossed it too, but the color was so inviting that I simply had to open it.

AGENT AMBER BOSTON:
YOUR COVER HAS BEEN COMPROMISED. RETURN TO YOUR SAFE HOUSE AND DO NOT LEAVE UNTIL YOU RECEIVE FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.

That was it. No explanation, no contact information, just a command to leave my cozy home and lock myself away in a safe house. I grabbed my phone and the emergency bag stuffed in the front closet, locked the front door behind me, and took off down the street. Luckily for me, my safe house was pretty close to my house. When I got to the secret apartment, I let myself in using my mad lock picking skills. I made myself comfortable on the beanbag chair (the only furniture in the living room) and waited. And waited. And waited.

Twenty minutes passed without any contact from my Container & Packaging Spy handler. Twenty minutes may not seem like a long time, but I'm not terribly patient. I pulled out my laptop and decided it was time to figure out how my cover had been blown. Were container companies worldwide aware of my infiltration of Container & Packaging Supply? Had my name been smeared across message boards in an attempt to compromise my cover? I had to know what was going on.

Lucky for me, my safe house, though sparsely furnished, had excellent Wi-Fi (probably piggybacked off of the neighbor upstairs). I pulled up a Google search window and typed in my name. The search results were immediate: Amber Boston, Amber Boston, Amber Boston! There were about 56 MILLION results! My cover had most certainly been blown! Yet as I scrolled down the page, I didn't see anything directly relating to me (besides the occasional link to my blog posts¦ to be expected!). All of these results had to do with something called an amber Boston round bottle. There was even a Wikipedia page all about these Boston round bottles. Now I understood: this wasn't about my cover so much as it was about my name having been stolen. I was a victim of identity theft!

My hands were shaking. I was hurt and angry. I felt violated. Who in their right mind would steal my identity and then use it to name a bottle? I had to dig deeper. When did all of this start? Had I been blind to the signs that someone was using me? I started clicking on those links, afraid of what I might discover.

Stay tuned to find out what Amber Boston finds out about her identity!