Elias felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck. That’s impossible. I am Elias Thorne.
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. Identity Thief
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. Elias felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck