On July 27th, 2008, during a supervised visitation with a social worker, the man everyone knew was Clark Rockefeller.

Supposedly, he descended to the wealthy Rockefeller family, ditched the social worker and sped off with his seven-year-old daughter, Ray, known as Snooks.

He kidnapped her.

Full custody of Snooks had recently been awarded to Clark's ex-wife Sandra Boss, after contentious divorce during the winter of 2007-2008.

Her abduction would set off a manhunt involving the FBI that would culminate nearly a week later, on August 2nd, 2002,

when Clark was found in Baltimore, Maryland, where he'd recently purchased an apartment for about $450,000 under the name Charles Ship Smith.

He was now claiming to be a ship captain, relocating from Chile with his daughter and he was a single father.

Obviously, this wasn't the case.

Yet another lie from a man whose entire life had been a lie for the past two decades.

Snooks' mother desperately wanted her back even posting a YouTube video where she begged Clark to please return her.

Luckily, her daughter would be found very quickly, although I'm sure those six days felt like an eternity to Sandra.

And then Sandra and everyone else who knew Clark or at least thought they knew him would be in for more shocking surprises.

During the short course, their investigation, the FBI had just enough time to come across something very unusual for what it first seemed to be a normal parental kidnapping case.

Clark had no social security number, no driver's license.

He didn't seem to have any kind of identification of any kind that proved he was who he said he was.

So who the hell was this man?

Everyone in Clark's social circle had previously thought that this was a relatively easy question to answer.

He was, of course, Clark Rockefeller, the Clark Rockefeller, an eccentric and respected member of a wealthy family, an American blue blood family of sorts who had descended from John D Rockefeller, the famed industrialist.

Sure, people knew that Clark was odd.

He regularly thought people were following him and had a collection of millions of dollars worth of art that he seemed to treat like trash, but of course he acted strangely.

Old money, you know, generations of wealth seems to increase one's odds of becoming a little peculiar.

You have a little more time to become a little more peculiar than the average person when you're born into a lot of money.

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