I've used seventy-three names in my life and carried twenty-two passports, because I'm a con man.
When I was five, a limping old man picked me up beside a garbage dump. Over the next ten years, he brought in six “masters” to teach me reading, bookkeeping, acting, escape, and how to read people's minds. He said a con man's greatest weapons weren't his mouth, but his eyes and his brain.
At twenty-three, I avenged my dead master and took my team out into the world. At thirty, I conned fifty billion dollars out of North America's biggest money-laundering kingpin. He put a hundred-million-dollar bounty on my head on the dark web, and both sides of the law came after me.
On the last night of my escape, I told my story into a voice recorder.
