Identity Fraud Maze 2 Novels & Stories

"Did the security detail get a clean look at his face? Did they run the plates?!" "Nothing," Marcus answered, frustration bleeding through the speaker. "The plates are registered to a scrapped minivan four states over. Clean fakes. And the LLC that rented the vehicle was funded through another layered offshore routing account in the Caymans. It's a ghost." "I'm getting in my car," I snapped, snatching my keys off the counter, my vision tunneling with adrenaline. "Send me the GPS coordinates of the intersection right now."

She added, calm as ever, “we’ve got eight other identities still on the grid. Government-issued. All valid. All linked to frozen pensions, old insurance claims, untouched trusts... We could squeeze them like goatskin.” I leaned back, a glass of cold whiskey sweating in my palm, watching the code scroll like scripture. This was the other battlefield. Not bullets. Not bombs. This was war by whispers. Quiet strangulation. “Let the streets see fire,” I muttered. “But let the banks feel famine.” Zanesville cracked her knuckles. “Third sweep will route through Istanbul, same as last drop. No paper trail. No algorithm ping.” I nodded. Jaw tight. Mind colder than frostbite.

-=Jayden's Point of View=- Jayden Andrada never forgets! I would never in a million years forget the mistake that stupid woman made toward me. What does she think? I'll let it slide since she admitted her mistake and apologized to me. I lost a billion-dollar account just because she didn't make sure that she was kidnapping the right person. When I got to the office that morning, the first thing I did was meet with Arman. Arman is the private investigator I hired to investigate the woman who abducted me, and I trust Arman to get the information I needed in a short amount of time.

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.

But he didn't succeed because he was defeated by a female admin staff member wearing glasses who turned out to be a private detective with a black belt certification in karate and was one of the shadow staff that Eldrian had prepared. A real stir broke out when the shocking news hit the media and went viral. A number one technology company in Indonesia arrested four of its employees as mafia due to a case of embezzlement of funds. Apart from that, Daniel's name appeared, and they received direct orders from CEO Eldrian to handle the case. The marketing branch office was immediately excited, they recognized the man who was being hotly discussed in the news.

"Manager Wang, you told me just now that you wouldn't invade my privacy, but what's wrong now? Do you always say things you don't mean?" "Thus, Emberly felt embarrassed after hearing what Mango said. " "It's not what you think, Miss Gerner. Something happened in the Underground City so I'll need to be more cautious about it. But please don't worry, I won't remember your identity even after seeing your ID card." Mango became a little anxious as Emberly insisted on checking her ID card. What should she do? She had never prepared an ID card for Paola Gerner and it would be very easy to detect a fake ID card considering the advanced technology these days, so where could she get an ID card for Pa

This is one of the Cross places, after all. I keep my expression flat, pen hovering over my notebook. “Two identities.” She nods once. “Same IP range. Two separate identities logged into the estate’s network in the last six months. One using credentials linked to Kaia Lane. The other—” there’s a pause, like she’s measuring whether it’s safe to say it out loud, “—Alina Rivers. Original credentials. No spoofing. Same machine location.” The name punches the air out of my chest for a second. I swallow it fast. I blink. “Alina?” I let the name roll like it’s foreign on my tongue. “That’s impossible.”

His household registration was placed on the collective household registration of the Aurous Hill Welfare Institute, which was the case for all children adopted by the orphanage. Therefore, he naturally had a new identification number that belonged to Aurous Hill. This way, neither the Wade nor the Acker families would be able to find him anymore, and the only person who could find him was Stephen. The old man said, “If someone changed his identity, this previous information would not reveal any details then. You have to know his new identity's name and identification number to find out his information.” Vera frowned and said, “If someone helped him settle down in a foreign place and get a f

“There’s an account that seemed suspicious. The holder that almost never increased their investment suddenly started doing so! Again, and again, and again! I had my team check it out, to ensure there were no irregularities involved cause it doesn’t take anything for things to go wrong. They checked, and reported no significant changes about the account holder and so, I let it go. But now I know better, and I’m confident that is the account using Mason’s identity.” “Wow,” She mumbled, her shoulders sagging. “I will take of it, don’t worry.” I assured her, her tone slightly soft. “Things like this aren’t exactly difficult to do when I’m involved.” “But what will you do after that? It will stil

Then several private accounts before finally entering another investment structure. It was deliberately complicated, but not random. Every transfer existed to obscure the one that mattered. Mara worked through the layers in real time until the trail narrowed to a private account. No company. No trust. No intermediary. Just a name. Marcus Vale. Nobody spoke. I stared at it. The same name Eamon had identified yesterday. The alias attached to the man whose true identity was supposedly Malachai. "Account opened when?" I asked. "Eleven years ago." "Identification?"