Identity Thief -

Desperation drove him back to the library the next morning. He didn't go through the front. He used the delivery bay, slipping in behind a crate of periodicals. He knew the blind spots of the security cameras; he had mapped them out himself during a boring summer shift.

The silence in Elias Thorne’s apartment was the first thing that felt wrong. Elias was a man of precise habits. He was a junior archivist at the city library, a job that required him to be invisible, meticulous, and predictable. He liked his life like he liked his bookshelves: alphabetized and dust-free. Identity Thief

The concierge finally looked up, but his expression wasn’t one of recognition. It was confusion. Sir, 4B has been occupied by Mr. Thorne for three years. I saw him go up ten minutes ago. Desperation drove him back to the library the next morning

A local news segment featured a "Human Interest" story about a generous donation made to the city library’s restoration fund. The donor was a "local philanthropist and rising star in the archival world." The screen showed the man from the lobby’s monitor. He was standing in Elias’s office, wearing Elias’s favorite tweed jacket, shaking hands with the Head Librarian. He knew the blind spots of the security