Identity Fraud Map 3 Romane & Geschichten

He answered on the first ring, already knowing from the tone of her voice when she said his name that this was not a check-in call. She told him about the map. Not all of it. The Baltimore and Philadelphia locations. Two of the fourteen sitting inside the community infrastructure he had spent three years mapping from the inside. "I can have people at both sites within ninety minutes," he said. "Not law enforcement," she said. "Not yet. Document only. Photographs. Financial records if there are any visible. We need the picture before we move on it." "I know how to do this," he said. She believed him.

CHAPTER 95 PETRA POV I had three screens running and the fourth showing a transaction map I'd built over eighteen months. Besides one of the screen was Wren Castillo's information in a document folder. I cross-referenced the first company name she'd given me against my own records. The name appeared in two separate shells I'd already identified. It did significant work for someone who officially didn't exist. I added the connection to the map and watched three previously isolated nodes link into a cluster.

"I'm going to tell you what we know and then I want to hear what you know. Because none of us has the complete picture alone." She presented Petra's map. The room was very quiet while she presented it. When she finished Thessaly spoke first. "Our intelligence shows three additional operational locations not on your map," she said. She opened a document. "Here. Here. And here." Seraphina's advisor placed a folder on the table. Victim names. More than Petra's list. Ysolde's people contributed financial intelligence that closed two of the gaps Petra had flagged. By the end of two hours the map was significantly larger and significantly clearer than anything any single community had possessed wa

A month ago, Eldrian, without Daniel's knowledge, had also assigned several shadow staff to disguise themselves as new staff in the finance team, admin section, security guard, and in the warehouse. A classic Eldrian anticipation when finding a deficit case at a branch office. They started to talk about the real situation of the branch company, which turned out to be unhealthy because three of the six superiors seemed directly involved in this case. Ordinary audit staff always come to the office, but the real audit staff is working behind the scenes.

he said pointing a finger at me. “Well, that’s not how the Bureau works,” I said. “I don’t care how it works,” he snapped. “I care about Bianca not ending up in some serious trouble.” The room went silent again. “What exactly did you find on him?” I asked breaking the heavy silence. Liam picked up a folder from his desk and tossed it toward me. It slid across the surface effortlessly, as I grabbed it. “Start there,” he said. I opened the file. I saw fake accounts, multiple identities, and financial fraud.

I said. She opened it. The first page was a framework. A clean grid she had constructed across what I could see was several hours of careful work. Down the left side, categories. Identity. Financial trail. Employment. Legal records. Property. Education. Associations. Across the top, two columns. *Confirmed.* And *Unconfirmed.* The confirmed column was almost entirely empty.

“You head west, and I will head east. If you find anything, let me know. Getting up from the table, I grabbed my phone before heading to the garage. Knowing I could move faster on foot, I detoured toward the gate. Not worrying about opening the gate, I leaped over the wall. Running with hyper-speed out of town, I maintained a low profile by keeping away from main roads. A few minutes later my phone alerted me to a message. It was a list of names and locations of every person that dealt in false identifications. It seemed that Jade only gave me the list of those that were on the east side of Canada.

That specific flatness that had always made him useful and occasionally made me want to put my hand through a wall. "You're dead," I said. "Reportedly," he said. "I found it more convenient than the alternative." "Someone was watching you." "Someone has been watching everything," he said. "You. Me. The map. I needed them to stop watching me specifically." I looked at the dark garden. "Tell me what you found," I said. "The map is not a physical object," he said. "It never was. It is a location. A set of coordinates that have been passed between three families for forty years as a verbal agreement. No paper. No record. The kind of thing you cannot steal, only inherit or extract."

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.

I answered the call. “What did you find?” “We received the fingerprint analysis from the fake envelope and the abandoned vehicle connected to Jim’s kidnapping,” my investigator reported quickly. Hope stirred inside my chest. “Do you have a match now?” I asked without hiding my anticipation. “Yes, we have a confirmed match after comparing the recovered prints against every available database,” he answered. My thoughts raced toward the same three names. Mara. Marcus. Athena. Everything pointed toward one of them. “Who?” I asked firmly while preparing myself for the answer.