Identity Fraud Map Maze 1 Novels & Stories

Aaron had gone out to his boat to make sure they had everything they needed to start new lives. Margo was entering bank information in one of the three computers she had set up in the cafeteria. Once the funds from the Federal Reserve Bank were downloaded to the dummy account with the multiple IPs she had programmed, the funds would evenly disperse between eight different accounts. They all had two new identities just in case one got compromised or if the banks got suspicious of one of them getting millions of dollars in electronic funds.

A single entry appeared deep in the archived logs: S. Marrow. Not Evelyn Marrow. Just S. Marrow. The room went still. Adrian saw the change in her expression immediately. “What did you find?” Aria didn’t look away from the screen. “I don’t think Evelyn Marrow is a real person.” “A fake identity?” he asked. “A constructed one,” she said slowly. “A cover identity. A ghost profile designed to erase someone completely from every system.” Silence settled again as the idea fully formed.

“That sounds like joining something.” Mara shrugged. “Maybe I already did.” She hesitated, then stepped forward and pressed a small data shard into Aiden’s hand. “Dead routes,” she said. “Places the network pretends don’t exist.” Aiden closed his fingers around it. “Thank you.” Mara nodded once—and walked away without looking back. The city swallowed her whole. Silence stretched. Dante exhaled slowly. “That,” he said, “is how this spreads.” Aiden nodded.

Number 182. -I'm leaving the gallery now. Stay on the line with me. -Agent, you know that you won't be able to arrest the person, right? -I know that. She didn't actually make any transaction, right? -Right. According to the information, the system was breached. Having a nonstandard access restricted by Collins. The user is totally unknown, the change of IP made the location appear in Miami. But with the program, I could indentify that it's being operated right here in New York.

"Mr. Wordsworth, the tasks you assigned to me have all been completed." As he spoke, a brand-new identification card was placed in front of her. Heloise looked down and saw her birthday, the address of Hyacinth Garden, and the two words—Spicy ThankGod. "So fast?" she exclaimed in surprise. Everything was already arranged. However, it looked almost identical to a fake ID. "Yes, this identity has already entered the PHOENIXFELL Empire network; it's very authentic," Ben said standing beside them. Heloise put down her spoon, picked up the ID, and stared at her own photo on it, lost in thought.

"To tell him it doesn't need to be dismantled, that there's someone at the center of it who intends to hold." Silas rolled the secondary map and held it out. I took it. "The second mole," Raze said. His jaw was at that particular tension. "The false information moves through one relay before it goes anywhere. Which means—" "Which means if I'm watching the right hands today, I'll have a name before we leave tonight." I folded the map into my jacket. "I already know whose hands." He looked at me. "Who?" I told him. His jaw tightened. That small movement—Raze was processing something he had hoped was wrong and was now calculating the cost of it being right.

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.

It looks brown with age and feels, by the feel and texture, different from ordinary paper. My frown deepens when I open the paper and see what is inside. It looks like a very complicated looking map, with squares and maze like lines connecting other smaller or bigger squares. Some of the squares read ‘Alpha’s room’, ‘Beta’s room’, ‘Luna’s room’, ‘Cells (Luna’s side)’ ‘Cells (Alpha’s side)’. “Do you have any idea what this might mean, Ida?” “It is a strange looking map.” What is even stranger is that someone has circled the square labelled ‘Cells (Luna’s side)’ with a lot of emphasis. There is also a small note beside it which says ‘meet me here A.’

"Gianna," he called out without looking up. He knew exactly where I was standing. I swallowed and stepped forward, my shoes feeling too loud against the polished floor. No one looked at me. Not one person. It was like I didn’t exist down here. Raphael tapped once on the glass table in front of him. The map vanished and the numbers replaced it. Columns. Endless columns. White and green, moving too fast for my eyes to catch at first. Lines connected to other lines. Small blinking dots. Wallet IDs. Time stamps. Transfers.

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.