Last Cyberpsycho Location Novels & Stories

“This is the last location we could track before the phone was likely turned off. We can’t trace it any further.” Luca studied the location closely, sensing a vague familiarity. That route… hadn’t he been there before? Right—he’d been there the time Daxton kidnapped Vanessa. Damn it. Daxton was already in trouble; how could he still be after Vanessa? ***

“Celeste.” “Maybe. Her name isn’t in any of it, but… it’s possible. Nothing's been confirmed yet, nothing official. Just smoke. And there’s something else. I traced her phone’s last known ping. It was in the industrial quarter. An abandoned warehouse. Off Hawthorne and 9th." "You think something happened to her?" "Doesn’t add up. I think we should check it out. Meet me there?" Devon was already grabbing his coat. "Text me the address.

I wired half the balance up front with one message: “Trace AnonymousUser413. I need a real ID.” Cipher didn’t waste words. Her reply came three hours later: “Done. Burner phone. But linked once to a data sync backup on a cloud account that wasn’t properly wiped.” I sat up straighter. “And?” I texted. She sent a file. I opened it. Name: Genevieve Lancaster Last Location: Hotel, Upper Arcadia district Linked Number: Verified match to a registered device under the family’s private estate account

“So, the watch is either dead, turned off, or broken. I also went ahead and checked my emails and other social media apps just in case he tried to contact me there. No luck.” Amber sighed, “Leo, can’t that app tell you where his last location was? Doesn’t it like ping off towers or something?” He nodded, “I’ll check his last known location. Give me a second.” His focused turned back to the screen. Leo messed around on the app a bit until he found what he was looking for. Amber couldn’t help but read the screen over his shoulder. The billionaire’s last known location was at the 4700th block of Saint Street in Omega City at 8:13 p.m. on the night of December 22nd. Amber wracked her brain to th

"How about you come to my hotel room tonight? I’ve booked the penthouse in Gardenia." I try not to say anything I’ll regret, just like when I agreed to make a deal with this Psycho. If I have other choices, I will not even consider asking for his help. However, my options are limited. And giving him what he wants is the price I have to pay for this deal. He can have my body, but from hereon, I will have my freedom. "I understand. I’ll see you tonight," I say before getting inside the car waiting for me.

she uttered with her eyebrow raised. Zeke immediately got up and obligingly followed her out of the room. While going, he secretly typed on his mobile phone [I can't believe I have beaten Lucifer in The Imperial Palace.] and posted it on The Hunters. He had a habit of recording these trivial things. Since he found no privacy at home, he recorded things on this hackers' exclusive website. On the other side of the ocean, the tech guy who tracked Lucifer and Specter's whereabouts 24/7 had almost fallen asleep. Specter and Lucifer had not surfaced for almost half a month, so he scanned Specter's messages every day, hoping to find a clue.

At the safe house, they gathered around the laptop. Noah attempted to trace the video. Minutes passed. Then—"Got something." A location popped up on the screen. An abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. Lena reached for her gun. "This ends tonight.

“She’s innocent.” “No one’s innocent in Garden Metro,” Marcus muttered. But his eyes softened when he saw her expression. “You walk in alone, you’re giving Cassidy exactly what she wants.” Elara turned to Splice. “Pull the address.” The hacker’s fingers flew, and a map popped up on the screen. “Dockside District. Old cargo hub, Section D. Abandoned on paper, but my scans show power running to it.” Marcus swore under his breath. “She’s staging this. Cameras, guards, probably half her enforcers.”

“We’ll find her and we’ll find her soon.” Telling me to calm down might’ve been the most impossible thing in the world for me to do right now. Lucas spoke up from his corner, not looking up from the screen he was on. “I’ve been working on hacking into the security systems for all three locations. Got into Location One’s cameras—confirmed Juniper’s report about the homeless situation. Location Two is proving harder. Their system is more sophisticated than expected.” “I need eyes on Location Three Lucas,” my voice came out harsher than I intended.

Watching. Could she walk away? She thought of Alice. And every woman, every survivor who had sat in her office, hoping someone would believe them. Someone would fight. She grabbed a pen and returned to her investigation wall. Under the headline she’d written last week— The Rehabilitation Society: Underground Elite or Psychological Cult? —She added three lines: Echo Protocol. AB. Belgrave Square. 11 p.m. If she disappeared, this would be the first breadcrumb. She stepped back from the board. Her reflection stared at her from the window. Eyes tired. Posture tense. But unshaken.