Thief | Identity

He reached his office— their office—and peered through the glass. The thief was sitting at the mahogany desk, typing rapidly. He looked comfortable. He looked like he belonged. Elias burst in, his eyes wild. Who are you?

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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 reached his office— their office—and peered through

When he tried to swipe his keycard at the lobby elevator that Tuesday evening, the reader blinked a spiteful, jagged red. He tried again. Red. He walked to the concierge desk, where a young man he didn’t recognize was monitoring the screens. He looked like he belonged

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.

I’m the upgrade, the thief whispered. I’m the one who’s going to use this life for something. You’re just the man who stole it first. And now, I’ve reported Arthur Vance for the murder of Elias Thorne. The police are on their way.