Identity Fraud Last Code Novels & Stories

"Your account is still active." He frowned slightly. "That's unusual." Evelyn looked at him. "What is?" He tapped the screen. "Someone attempted to access Box Fourteen three days ago." Every person in the room froze. "What?" The manager nodded. "The request was denied." "They didn't have the authorization code." Captain Moreau immediately stepped forward. "Who made the request?" The manager shook his head. "They used an online portal." "A false identity." "But we retained the security logs." Daniel exchanged a glance with Adrian.

Each one with a registration ID and a manufacturer code. "Most of them are regular staff," Adrian said. "I cross referenced everything. But there's one device that doesn't belong to anyone on the staff list." He pointed to a line near the bottom. "This one. Registered to a manufacturer code that traces back to a brand sold almost exclusively in Europe." He paused. "Specifically in the UK and parts of Scandinavia." Freddie looked at the code. "Someone was in that building that night with a European device," he said.

"But he forgot to give me the secondary alphanumeric code. I don't want to bother him while he's in a conference call with Milan. You wouldn't happen to know it?" I paused. Sharing security codes was a violation of protocol. But Damian was family. He was already rewiring the house. "It's Adrian's birthday," I murmured. "Backwards. 4011." Damian smiled, punching the numbers into his tablet. "Perfect. The sequence is logging in. Thank you, Aria. You're a lifesaver." He gathered his tools, whistling softly–a classical tune I didn't recognize. "Damian," I called out before he left.

Elion looked at Cale. "It says you're a ghost, Cale. 'Subject appears to have no digital or paper footprint prior to June 2024. Possible alias. Recommended action: Report to authorities for identity fraud.'" Cale didn't flinch. "It is accurate." "Accurate? Cale, he's going to turn you in! Identity fraud is a federal crime!" "I haven't committed fraud," Cale said calmly. "I just... haven't participated in the bureaucracy." "Try explaining that to the FBI!"

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the bodyguard beside him and shouted impatiently, "Weren't you the one who bought the phone Vinicent was using? Find out the purchase record. Quick!" The bodyguard head dared not waste a minute. He rushed to the mansion's warehouse to retrieve the phone's purchase receipt from the warehouse, and then quickly returned to the surveillance room. Sweating profusely, he handed it to Jonathan. "Young Master, I found it!" That was it. "Mister Kane, the identification code has been found!" Jonathan held the ticket, gripped his phone tightly, and reported in a loud voice, "The identification code for Vinicent's phone is 86746200... a total of seventeen digits.

Bethel explains to her everything being said at the station today. "the police has gotten the list of your fake I.Ds and also got a video fontage of you though your face wasn't displayed but the big issue now is that they plan to use your finger prints to get you since your so called fake iDs are registered." Bethel explained angrily with an eye roll. "Scarlet did you hear that? Why the hell did you have to register those I.Ds, Why do you always have things your own way?" Blaze thundered and half of the agendas flinch.

“What's this?” “A panic room,” Deep concern crossed her features as she stared back at me. “The code is six one five seven. And only you, Dimitri, Savio, Dario, Ronan, Stefano and I know those digits,” She kept staring. “Go on,” I encourage her with a wave of my hand. “Six one five seven. Pin it in,” She returned her focus back to the door and keyed in the numbers, then the door panel slid across as she hit Enter.

I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life being someone’s bitch in prison. I fingered the card in my pocket, eager to leave this space and be far away from here. Maybe I needed rest, I just have to trust Benjamin, he said he would take care of it, right? Or was I being delusional? I ripped the card from my pocket and dialled the number. It hummed once...twice before it crackled to signal that the other person was listening. What was the fucking code again? “1-5-3-0.” I stated crisply and breathed into the phone; it crackled again and went dead. I peeled it from my ear and stared into the screen. Should I call back? Was that the right code? Was I to say something more?

I highlight suspicious entries. He watches. "You're pretty good at this." I catch his eye. "Learned fast." He moves behind me and places hands on my shoulders. "I trust you." I feel his warmth through fabric. My chest tightens. I scroll through the records. "Here—Victor Brandt again. Same patterns as before." He nods. "Marcellus's alias." I continue. "And this vendor code last week. It's traced to a shell company." He comes around and points at the screen. "Block them."

Catching sigh of his cute dimples, I gasped, as emotions swirled within me. "They'd be bigger now," I mumbled, brushing the screen without thinking. It magnified the image of Jace, his dimple spreading all over the screen. "Yeah," Zara replied a bit dryly. "That was the last time we caught signal of them. And believe me we'd have gotten them under our claws but..." I didn't get her last words, as my thoughts were already on the stats and digital footprints and biometrics that were along the pictures. But the most catching of it all, their fake IDs.