I remember taking this photo somewhere in the New Zealand countryside. According to the timestamp, it was taken about an hour after our stop at the Waikato River. That puts it somewhere near Cambridge or Hamilton, somewhere on the north end of North Island and in the middle. How’s that for general directions?
I started out as a skip tracer. Just in case you don’t know, that’s the guy who finds the people who don’t want to be found. It was the little things—getting paid to lie—that made skip tracing the fun part of the job.
Those years of chasing deadbeats taught me many valuable life lessons, such as liars come from all walks of life, and always keep your car in the garage.
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