“I did,” Tim confirmed, tapping his fingers on the plain folder in front of him. He pushed it over the table. “Obviously the guy isn’t who he says he is. All his paperwork’s fraudulent, no record of him at any previous positions on his records. It was a good enough fake for a quick inspection, but doesn’t hold up to proper scrutiny.”
And Tim? Tim did proper scrutiny. There was enough that the basic checks were all passed, any discrepancies explained by the lack of regular, or efficient, paperwork transfers between departments when someone moved across the country.
“No history at Quantico, not even any history in any police academy in the last twenty years in the US.”