Novel & Cerita Ncis Double Identity

“Who are you?” The woman swallowed hard. “I’m the lab technician.” Silence. “You called me,” Amara whispered. She nodded. “They’re watching me,” the woman said quickly. “I can’t stay long.” “Tell me the truth,” Amara demanded. The woman opened the folder. “There are two DNA reports.” Amara’s breath caught. “One shows standard paternal confirmation.” “And the other?” The technician hesitated. “Shows dual-line compatibility.” The world stopped. “Dual?” Amara repeated faintly.

I dropped my suitcase beside the bed and rubbed both hands over my face. "This is insane." The door clicked behind me. I turned around and Adam stood there, one hand still on the handle. He looked at me for a second before setting his own bag down. He reached into his pocket and tossed another key card onto the table. I picked it up and of course it was the same as mine. I looked back at him, "you booked us the same room?" He glanced at me face blank as always. "Why would I book anything different? Like last time."

I tensed immediately, glancing towards the door. "Cyber, I have to go. I will call you back later," I said quickly, hanging up the phone, sliding it into the drawer of my nightstand and pulling out the other phone that I have been using since I came here. I placed it on the bed. I had to keep my dual life well hidden, and the last thing I needed was someone in the DiFronzo family catching wind of my true identity. I knew they had installed trackers in our phones and could hear everything we were talking while attending a call.

he said, and Philip pulled him away from him. “You want to know my answer? well, i'll tell you. You're right, it's possible that something happened to your wife. Because i also discovered that it wasn't an ordinary criminal who did this to her. He was cleanly erased every piece of evidence he could leave. But he forgot something important. That was his true identity.” He said, and Rohan immediately released him. “Identity? what do you mean?” he asked the detective. “We found out that Jana has twin sisters.”

Camila’s POV The second identity that appeared beneath the internal signature did not just sit on the screen, it changed the atmosphere of the room instantly, as though the system itself had taken a breath and realized something far more dangerous had just been uncovered For a moment no one moved, no one spoke, because the implications were too heavy to process in real time An enemy inside our structure was already a threat, but an enemy with a second concealed identity meant layers, planning, and time we could not account for

“How?” “Apparently, Skyla committed Identity fraud and Identity Theft from a woman who had been dead ten years ago. Jenna Brand. The sister received some receipts from the banks. That’s how she figured out someone was using her dead sister’s identity.” He looked at Sax to confirm the name. “She also has an assault charge from a man who found out who she was while in LA, maybe the guy she dated. NCIS stopped the investigation against you.” “So you’ve been breathing down my neck and investigating me? Why?” Jake looked offended.

he showed her the pendant. “I didn’t notice I lost it; I had always had it with me,” Ada said as she collected the pendant. “I am sorry about your wife.” “Honestly, I was relieved when I found out about her. At least I don’t feel guilty for leaving her.” “At least I had the identity.” “Identity?” Ike asked, confused. “Yes, the identity of being both Joy and Ada,” Ada replied. “Of course you did,” Ike mocked. “So, will you be my wife?” he added.

He tapped a key on the glass terminal beside him. The massive wall behind him flickered to life, replacing the global map with thousands of real-time feeds. Names, addresses, encrypted bank accounts, medical records, and live satellite surveillance feeds began cascading down the screen in a torrent of green code. I recognized the first profile that locked onto the main screen. Elias Vance. Below his picture was his true identity—the name he had buried ten years ago. And linked directly to his master file were three sub-files highlighted in bright, flashing red:

Reyes found the plate the next morning, exhaustion evident but a spark of real progress finally cutting through days of dead ends. “It took some digging,” she said, spreading printouts across the war room table. “Nolan’s partial matched an insurance record from eleven years ago — a dark green sedan, registered under a name that doesn’t exist in any other database. A ghost identity, built specifically for that single vehicle.”

"Every record, every trace, every piece of your identity gets wiped clean. As far as the world is concerned, Nadia Nucci will no longer exist." He paused. "This is the last time I'm asking. Are you sure?" I didn't hesitate. "I'm sure." The next morning, a black sedan pulled up to the back gate of the estate. I slipped inside without a sound. The driver gave me a small nod. "Everything's in place. The body double has been positioned in your room. Female, same height and build as you." His tone was perfectly even. "In 10 minutes, there will be a fire in your room, controlled and untraceable, and as far as anyone will know, you died in it.