‘Good’ wallet thief returns man’s missing items, writes brutally honest letter about missing cash

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BROOKLYN, N.Y. (Feb. 18, 2016) – A man who lost his wallet during a recent concert ended up with some of his belongings returned—except for cash and the wallet itself.

Reilly Flaherty, 28, went to King’s Theater to see a Wilco concert on Feb. 5 and realized his wallet was missing when he returned to his apartment. He took an Uber car back to the theater but couldn’t find his lost wallet, according to WPIX.

Flaherty canceled his credit cards and lamented the loss. He doubted he’d ever hear anything about the wallet. About a week later, he received a letter from a “Good Samaritan” who’d found the wallet and returned Flaherty’s ID and cards.

Whoever found the wallet kept the cash, Flaherty’s MetroCard and the wallet itself. Here’s what “the good thief” wrote:

"Dear Reilly Flaherty, I found your wallet and your driver's license had your address so here's your credit cards and other important stuff. I kept the cash because I needed weed. The Metrocard because well the fare's $2.75 now and the wallet 'cause it's kinda cool. Enjoy the rest of your day. Toodles, Anonymous."

The development stunned Flaherty, who immediately thought of the TV show Breaking Bad and how its main character, Walter White, straddled the line between good and evil. After all, the wallet thief had returned some of Flaherty’s personal items.

"To be honest, I was thinking this person is the Walter White of wallet returning," Flaherty wrote to a friend. "They start out with seemingly good intentions, but then you quickly realize they're actually just a villain plagued with an insatiable appetite for MetroCard spending and marijuana-infused subway rides– hurting everyone they love around them. Sadly, this is the plot."

Flaherty told WPIX that the money didn’t matter. He’s not thrilled that someone knows so much about him.

"The fact is, there's a pot-smoking modern-day Robin Hood out there who knows my blood type, knows where I sleep at night," he joked. "So that's terrifying, frankly."