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  CHAPTER ELEVEN On Wednesday Elizabeth received a cryptic phone call at work and she met "Joe" a few hours later at a nearby restaurant. She took the large, thick manila envelope he handed her and placed it in her new designer luxurious leather tote bag then looked across the table. "What about updates on the vital statistics?" She queried.   "No problem. It’s all part of the service. Once I’ve got the codes I can re-access at will and changes are easy," her companion assured her.   "And substitute photos?"   “Again, no problem, if you provide me with decent pictures.”     "Good. Well, it’s been a pleasure—an expensive pleasure—doing business with you."   "Joe" chuckled. "Talent always costs, but it’s worth it in the end."   "I hope so."   Just before leaving, Elizabeth had a light bulb go off in her head. If could find a way to make Scott’s old identity unusable, then would make him even more hopeless, an...