Investigation...

I got back to my office, made myself a cup of coffee, and turned on my writer's brain. I started to ask myself what should a character in my novel do to steal files from someone's computer… Mia didn't seem like a hacker to me, but she didn't have to be, if I was already logged, and I was logged before. She wouldn't need my login and password, the computer would only ask for my thumbprint…

“How could she get my thumbprint?” I pondered about variable ideas that I had seen in movies and TV series.

The only option was to remove my print by some substance, and then transport it with latex, silicone, or other rubbery thing to create a fake fingerprint. But when was she able to get my print?!

“Let's face it, Ana… You are an idiot!” I shouted, scolding myself.

I remembered exactly the moment I let Mia use my computer and touch my scanner with both of her thumbs… She might have use the first one to take and trans