Identity Fraud Maze 3 Map Novels & Stories

ALESSANDRO I stood there for a long moment, staring at the screen, letting the numbers burn into my head as if memorizing them would somehow make this easier. It didn’t. Nothing about this was easy anymore. Not the decisions. Not the waiting. Not the thought of what I might find when I finally got to Emily. My jaw tightened. “Say it again,” I said, my voice low but steady. Across the table, Marco shifted, glancing down at the tablet in his hands before looking back at me. “Underground structure. Industrial zone outskirts. Registered under three shell companies—every one of them loops back to Maltida’s network.”

"Be careful." "I will, Dad." I stood up from my seat and went to the toilet, but this time I didn't bump into one of Jayson's secretaries but Jared. He stood before me, blocking my way and giving me a disgusted look. I ignored him and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my hand. "What are you doing, Mara? Are you this desperate to two-timing the two billionaires here in Seoul? And you are a good actress back there, huh? How did you do it?"

He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad news. "There is someone blocking them off." "Cazzo, find out who and report back to me." I order, becoming irritated at the entire day. First my father forcing this arranged marriage shit on me, then, this sudden shift in business. (Fuck) And who the fuck is dumb enough to mess with my business? I guess we'll find the fuck out. I can't help, but go back to stalking the couple-more like the mystery woman. I see the little frat boy leading her somewhere off to the back. I have the urge to go get her, but it's not my place at all.

The air inside the cab briefly filled with the sharp, clean aroma of wild white orchids the distinct, natural signature of her ancestral magic taking control of the digital landscape. "The duplicate pulses are live," Aria said, a cold smile touching her lips as she watched the grey navigation screen suddenly erupt with dozens of simulated green tracking lines. "I’ve mapped the ghost convoys to the northern marsh roads and the southern logging cuts. The eastern servers are already shifting their tracking arrays away from our true trail to cover the false entries."

And just as he expects, names pull up but none of the three Reeds Whitby appear to be in New York at the point, neither are they even natives of the city or have they been seen nearby anytime lately. Marsh snickers and leans back in the chair and scoffs. “Someone was being careful and used a fake name. There is only one other way to catch this son of a bitch now… See him visually.” Falcon is a pretty big rental company, so obviously, there can’t possibly be a way which they won’t capture the faces of their renters, ad have some sort of identification for them… The drive to Falcon takes nothing more than forty five minutes and its few minutes to ten am when Marsh and Halloway pull up outside.

I would have ignored it if the call wasn't so damn persuasive so that I finally had to pick up my phone in irritation, "Jean?" I asked in confusion when I saw the caller ID and picked up the call, "What's your problem, Jean?" I questioned "where the hell are you?" he asked, answering my question with a question "at home I guess. Why?" "Come to the gates, your security won't let me through." "you're at my gate. "I noted, standing from where I had sat, "Crazy." "yeah. Crazy. Now, please come deliver me out of your overzealous security man."

Damian said to him Darius smiled at him and looked away. Damian got up and decided to leave when he realized that he didn’t have an exist to he decided to take a walk when he saw it, his house. He had totally forgotten that he actually had a place back at the central. He walked in and walked up to his room. He found the door locked. That was unusual. Every other place had given him access to enter but his own room was locked. He pushed hard against the door but it wasn’t budging. He heard someone groan inside

Five hundred million dollars, three hundred account names, and every private communication log from the board for the last ten years were sitting right on that small screen. "Look at the top file," I said, leaning forward between the front seats. Dominic clicked the top file. It wasn't a list of bank accounts. It was an active GPS map of the state. Three small blue dots were moving slowly down the main highway, heading straight toward our location at the St. Jude junction. "Roadblock," Martha said, her jaw tightening. "Three heavy vehicles." "No," Dominic said, his dark eyes going razor-sharp as he zoomed in on the blue dots. "Look at the registration tag on the blue dots. That's not the boa

The Alpha CEO, the man who had once commanded a global empire from a touch-screen, looked like a soldier who had forgotten how to stop fighting. "We’re off the main interstate," Marcus said from the driver’s seat, his voice low. "I’ve cycled the plates three times. We’re currently registered as a floral delivery van from Pennsylvania. If Valerius or the Russo King is tracking the VIN, they’re looking at a scrapyard in Newark right now." "Keep going," Rage commanded. "We don't stop until we hit the 'Dead Zone'." "Rage," Sabizina whispered, turning her gaze toward him. "The 'Dead Zone'? You never told me about a backup plan in the mountains."

“Then you become a lesson, Satera. A warning to every small-time supplier who thinks they can defy Khaid Jager.” I looked at this bulky man. He wasn't bluffing. He wouldn't just hurt me, he would obliterate me to prove a point. “What is out there?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, nodding toward the open door. “The maze” he replied. “Three floors of integrated security, fifty cameras, twenty-four guards, and a panic room I haven't shown you. Good luck, Bluey. Your time starts… now.” He clapped his hands once, a sharp, authoritative sound that echoed off the glass walls. I heard a distant, mechanical click. The sound of his control room locking down, leaving me with only one exit.