Identity Fraud Map 3 Novels & Stories

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.

" The operator's fingers flew across the keyboard. A few seconds later, fear entered his voice. "Sir... every camera on the alternate route went offline ten minutes ago. The maintenance log says it's due to aged wiring." I reached into the hidden compartment at the bottom of my backpack and pulled out a thick stack of manila folders. The bundle slammed heavily onto the operations desk. "I've been collecting these since middle school. One hundred eighty-four real cases from across the country involving stolen identities, facial-recognition vulnerabilities, fingerprint leaks, and academic record substitution.

Luke Reid's vulnerability map arrived at noon. Every exposed point in our current position is listed and ranked by exploitability, with Ellsworth and Park's probable awareness of each rated on a three-point scale. I read it in the car on the way to Sterling. I felt the specific discomfort of seeing your weaknesses organized by someone who understood them better than you had. I called Mara before I reached the parking structure. "Reid sent the map," I said when she answered. "I have it," she said. "Harrison forwarded it eleven minutes ago."

He turned the page. There was a photograph, the biometric match that had blown the false identity. A still from a public transit camera, date-stamped three weeks ago. The image quality was what it was, functional rather than sharp, but it was clear enough. She was young. That was the first thing. Not young in a way that was surprising given the age in the file, but young in the way that made the constructed identity and the professional precision of its construction land differently. This wasn't a seasoned operative. This wasn't someone who did this regularly.

After a few tense minutes, it stopped. "Well," Dr. Elias said, his voice tight. "It seems your hunch was right, Mr. De Martel. Three of these individuals have quite the rap sheet. Theft, arms dealing, even kidnapping for ransom." He announced. My stomach clenched. This was no coincidence. "Anything on their location?" I asked desperately to get a hold on these criminals. Dr. Elias shrugged helplessly. "The locations in their files are almost certainly fake. These types rarely keep an updated address on file." He professed.

He said with a slight smile. “ Hey don’t forget no one knows my real identity here, you don’t dare to expose me.” Joy said rolling his eyes at Alexander. “ Yes, those thick glasses and these stupid dresses is enough to make me remember that” He said making a face. “ you better remember that. Otherwise you will get in to trouble.” She said with a funny expression. “ You better keep your identity secret. I won’t be there to help you always.” Alexander warned. “ Look at that face of yours. Did you saw some ghost” Joy laughed out loud seeing his expression.

“She’s been using fake names. Moving from one cheap motel to another across the state.” Pictures flashed on the screen grainy security footage, receipts, fake IDs. “She’s been working small scams,” Marcus continued. “Low-level criminals. People who owe her money. People she blackmailed.” Daniel clenched his fists. “Where is she?” Marcus zoomed the map in. “We have three strong possibilities.” Three red dots appeared. “An abandoned motel in Queens. A storage facility in the Bronx. And an apartment in Newark rented under a fake name last week.” Damien stared at the screen. “That’s three too many.”

I asked her while sitting before her across the table on the chair. " My father runs a gang of robbers I am also among them. I was in team training when one robber among them hand me a wallet saying that its mine but that wasn't. I opened that wallet to find Id cards in which I saw my pictures. I am not graduated nor have seen the face of the school but I know basic reading. After reading the name of the person on the id card I was sure that it was someone else who looks like me. Don't know why but I wanted to know about her and wanted to meet her that's why I kept that wallet with me. On the same day, my father gave me a task to get a file for him from a very secure building which was in a

I thought for a while before concluding. "$1000" I answered. He stared at me for a while not believing but I maintained my facial expression, he exhaled before igniting the engine and with that, he drove off. Resting on the back seat, I drifted off into thoughts. Who are the people behind the attack? They made fake IDs. Camila could have gotten shot, thank goodness nothing happened to her. And Camila, I paused remembering I waited for her yesterday. She wasted my time so I had to leave. I brought out a drink gulping it down. I bet I'm not mentally prepared for today's class but I have to attend either ways.

Nineteen people whose names, current locations, and ability profiles were in the program database. "She didn't get in," I said. "No," Renna said. "But she applied under a different name which means she has the capacity to build false identities." She paused. "Which means we don't know what else she's applied for." "Or where else she's gotten in," Felix said. The room was very quiet. Karl said: "The Madrid node opened in August. New intake coordinator hired in September. What was the background check process." My father looked at his laptop. Pulled up the Madrid staffing file.