The second page listed charges I had never seen before in my life.

On November twelfth, there was a three-hundred-forty-dollar charge at the Prairie Oak Steakhouse in Des Moines.

On December nineteenth, a six-hundred-twenty-dollar payment showed up for a leather goods store near the capital.

By March, there were weekly charges for turnpike fuel, upscale dining rooms, and resort hotel deposits.

“Are these charges listed under my primary Social Security number?” I asked.

“They’re connected to your main credit line, yes,” Mr.