Cloudsearcher Novels & Stories

’ He wondered. He could not make the thought stop, so he parked his car by the roadside, took out his phone and started searching for Kate CJ on the internet. Nothing much was found about the company's background. Only Lucian Grey’s face showed up on the search results. That man really was the only spokesperson of the company.

Using administrator privileges, I searched archived communications belonging to every major investor from both corporations. Thousands of emails. Millions of messages. Too much for a person. Perfect for a machine. I began writing filters. Keywords. Marriage. Alliance. Heir. Rose. Alice. Alex. Iris. Children. Engagement. Future union. Inheritance. The search spread across multiple servers simultaneously. Estimated completion time: Three hours. I leaned back in my chair. Now... We waited. The hours passed quietly. Outside my office, life continued normally. Employees came and went.

The dead maintenance contractor's account traced back, after three days and a subpoena Marisol drafted with her usual quiet precision, to a company called Falk Heir Search Associates — a legitimate genealogical research firm, licensed, bonded, seventeen years in business, with a client list that included, buried on page four of a public filing nobody had thought to read carefully in seventeen years, the same impound lot's parent company, hired eight years ago to help clear title on a lot of unclaimed vehicles.

I’ve ѕtіll got thе tіѕѕuе thаt Cаrrіе ѕсrаwlеd thе numbеrѕ dоwn оn. I search them out оn thе dаtаbаѕе. Bоth аrе unlіѕtеd, but whеn I аuthоrіzе a dераrtmеnt search I find that one is a Tіmеѕ Square lосаtіоn.

"Obvious really. Should have thought of that myself. She has you and him linked in her records..." His words send shockwaves through my thoughts. "What? What records?" "She keeps... kept... a client file. All of her customers, listed with personal details, dates, times and monies paid. It's a gold mine." He casts an eye to me. "You were in there too... part of her client list..." Is that all I ever was? A client... Bech keeps talking. "Anyway, that should make her easy to track down." "Why? You know Conners' private address?"