Identity theft is a bigger and bigger problem every day...

"Hey, Fred!" you whisper. "I know that guy! I've seen him!"

Fred makes no response, but you ignore that. Where do you know this guy from? you think. The answer escapes you, however, as he looks down, swears under his breath at the sight of his front stoop, and, with a final, annoyed glance around, turns back inside.

"Fred!" You nudge your canine companion as the door closes. "Fred, I've seen him! Do you know who that is?"

"Who..." says Fred.

"The guy! I've seen him before - I think he must live near here or something. I've seen him driving a green MG..."

"The MG?" Fred replies, distantly.

"Yeah, that guy! We need to find out who he is!" You peer up out of the bushes. "Is there a window somewhere we can look in?" you ask.

"License plate number 311-HIR?" Fred asks.

"What?"

Fred looks at you with an unreadable expression.

"That's my car," he says. "That's me."

Written by Robin Z

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