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She probed further, reading the main headings to the sub-headings rather than the nested folders next to the search field. Everything was highlighted clearly. Starting from the initial folder with the suspicious title, followed by another title—'target', followed by child folders titled 'case accepted', and 'case closed', to a document peppered with Rose's parents' names at the end.

“Ah, so that’s also how you found out about my deal with the vampires?” He nodded. “What is the name of the search engine?” This person is selling information about me... wow, that explains how those people knew which bedroom was Esmarie’s. They’re not getting away with trying to fuck up my moderately good life.

It looked fucking promising. “Ryder Investigations — Missing Persons, Crisis Tracking, Off-Record Search.” I clicked without hesitation and the page loaded in full. It wasn’t flashy, just… efficient. It was organized and direct. Testimonials from people with genuine stories, a few newspaper clippings, a picture of the private investigator—a man in his mid-30s with sharp eyes and an expression that made you instantly know he was the type that didn't like to dwell too long on something. He didn't waste time.

Landon raised his hands in surrender and Levi cocked an eyebrow at his brother’s outburst, no doubt also shocked with his frustration. “Calm down, man, we’re looking. I’m running it through the system now.” Landon typed a few more things on his keyboard before placing it on his desk. His brothers had looked over the tape and helped him digest every second of Mateo’s last known attack, but while they were grasping for straws, it was a long, patient ordeal to find any salvageable clues about the men who did this. The car’s license plate was hidden, the men were wearing masks, and the security camera was nowhere near the quality needed to distinguish an ID without strenuous work with the comput

Though I know that the friendship that I had with her will never be the same again. "Ms. Alonzo?" I smile and nodded at him. Then I stood up and offer my hand. "Mr. Arce right? I'm Allison Alonzo, thank you for accepting my invitation." He accepted it and introduce himself as well. His name is Jake Arce. He's an investigator recommended by my dad. I shared with my dad everything about my meeting with Liam. I can't think of anyone I can trust who will help me with the issue. My dad agreed to what I decided to do, and that is knowing the whole story of Liam and Anne. In that case, I'll be able to make a good assessment and I will know the next step that I should be taking.

I watch as all the searches pop up on the screen; I eagerly scroll down to look for his company. But there is not Caruso International.

He wanted to know when and where she booted her laptop back up, because then he'd know where she was and how to find her. It took him a few moments to find the trail. Data crawlers lived in search boxes. Any search made would trigger the crawler's interest. If the search returned any result that had keywords matching the code's program, it would collect and send that information back to its source. "What are you looking for?" His gaze narrowed.

I sit, roll my shoulders waking up my system, and the custom search engine hums to life, a web of encrypted nodes spreading across the dark screen like constellations. My fingers fly across the keys and I type the name of the jeweler. The name glows at the top of the screen, and at first, a hundred hits—fashion blogs, and knockoff sellers. I cut them down one by one, deleting each pretender until only one remains. A closed server. Hidden business registry. No website, no flashy ads. “Got you,” I murmur to myself. I breach the first firewall, and it bites back, but I’m faster. One layer, then another, until the screen floods with encrypted files.

Devyn assured me. “Thank you,” I said. I quickly googled lawyers near me. The cost didn’t matter to me. I was more concerned with the ratings. I needed a lawyer who was going to be successful and who was going to help me secure my girls.

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