Identity Thief -

The sound of sirens began to swell in the distance, cutting through the muffled quiet of the library. Elias looked at his hands. They were shaking. He tried to remember his mother’s face, but all he could see was a blurred photograph he’d found in a box years ago. He tried to remember his first day at the library, but it felt like a scene from a movie he’d watched too many times.

Should we follow the as he tries to survive on the run? Should we see if the new Elias has an even darker secret? Identity Thief

Elias backed away. He reached into his pocket for his phone, but when he tried to unlock it with his thumbprint, the sensor vibrated in rejection. He tried his passcode. Incorrect. The sound of sirens began to swell in

He went to the nearest ATM, three blocks away, his breath coming in shallow hitches. He shoved his debit card into the slot. He typed his PIN with trembling fingers. The screen didn’t show his balance. It simply flickered once and swallowed the card. A message appeared in stark, white letters: Account Closed. Please contact your local branch. He tried to remember his mother’s face, but

The thief reached into his drawer and pulled out a folder. Inside were photos of a younger Elias Thorne—the man who had just walked into the room—standing over a shallow grave in the woods. Except, in the photo, the man holding the shovel had Elias’s face, and the body in the dirt had the thief’s.

The thief sat back down and resumed typing. You should run, Arthur. It’s what you’re best at.