I gave my cell number to private investigator Thomas Martin, a former federal agent and now president of Martin Investigative Services in Newport Beach, Calif., and asked him to do his thing. A few days later a three-pound, 150-plus-page dossier arrived at my front door via FedEx. Martin didn’t trust regular mail given the nature of what it contained, which was tons of my private information.
“We didn’t even scratch the surface,” Martin told me later. He also made a point of telling me that I was “cleaner than a Safeway chicken.”Details