The deputy called me back after checking the nursing home’s records. The login belonged to an employee who had quit three months earlier. I asked why her account would still work, and he said that was what they were trying to figure out. Then he told me something worse: the second scan wasn’t just a copy of my license. It had been attached to a rental agreement created seven months later, for a skid steer rented under my name. The signature on the contract wasn’t mine, but the phone number was my husband’s old number.
I told him that number had been disconnected after my husband died. He asked whether anyone in the family had ever used it again. I said no. He checked the rental company’s records and found three other contracts connected to the same number. All three were for equipment I had never seen, all rented under different names, and every one had my driver’s license attached somewhere in the file. The dates went back to 2023, the same year my license had been copied at the nursing home.
Then the deputy asked me to come to the station because he’d found something in the login history. The Sunday scan came from a computer inside the nursing home. I told him the building was closed that day, and he said he knew. The system showed the employee’s credentials being used at 6:14 a.m., but the camera footage showed nobody entering through the front doors. Then he pulled up the access logs for the back entrance. Someone had used a staff keycard that morning — and the name attached to that card belonged to a woman who had died two years earlier.
