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Cloaked by his camoufiage program, he opened an NTS 51 portal into a customized database that consolidated billing records of all U.S. telephone service providers. When he cross-tabbed the first-name John with the ad- dress 189 Minnieford Avenue, City Island, New York, out popped a full name-John William Pepperdine-and a SOCial security number. A few keystrokes later he had a date of birth. Piece of cake, he thought. Armed with the data, he reentered the primary U.S. database and clicked on the

Fuсk thе truth; whаt I say nоw nееdѕ tо bе good. “Okay, I recognize thаt numbеr. Hang оn.” I рull out mу оwn phone, ореn mу emails аnd ѕсrоll down to the оnе frоm the tech lab. “This іѕ оnе of thе landline numbеrѕ аѕѕосіаtеd wіth Blue Stаr Cаrrіе. Lооk.” I ѕhоw her thе matching dіgіtѕ аnd gеt a ѕеnѕе оf her relief.

The other policeman did not agree with her idea. “You can ask the telecommunication company to keep an eye on my call records. I guess you have the right to go through them. You’ll be able to know every person and time when I make a call. If my phone sets up a call forwarding feature for a number in advance, the call will display the person’s phone number. Besides, it's not hard to find someone with a voice similar to mine, is it?” Summer stood quietly.

The kitchen drowned in silence after I heard the beeping of the voicemail as it stopped. The temperature felt like it dropped twenty degrees. "There are fifteen more," Lincoln said to me. "And that's a tame one," Bates said, lifting his eyebrows. I felt my heart beating violently against my rib cage as I sat down in a chair, feeling like my legs would give out any second. I gulped as I looked up at Lincoln. "He called you?" I asked. He shrugged. "Kind of. We use a switchboard for everyone in the pack. We have our own area code so whenever a call comes in for someone in that area code, an operator filters the call and records it. I set your phone up on this system whenever I connected you to

I couldn't help but take out my phone and call Patrick. The system voice quickly came from the other side of the phone, "The number you have dialed is not in the service area or it has been turned off..."

This must not be known to his VIP customers! Just as he was about to put his phone away, his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID ‘VIP001’ appeared on the screen. He was very anxious at heart. However, he stayed calm and answered the call. He asked respectfully, “Mr. Fox, how can I help?”

“So, we could find someone to hack into the phone company and get his information. Then we could search for the phone numbers and find out where they go to.” “In theory, yes. If the number is unlisted, then you would run into other issues but yeah. However, if the same company gave survive to the unlisted numbers, you could just look up that number too and figure out who it goes to.” “How do we find the right numbers for their territory?”

I muttered, dragging my eyes away from her as I faced the investigator. "Yes, my team and I will be needing the landline, your wife's phone and yours as well, we would like to tape it so that when the call comes in, we will be able to track the location of the caller, and the possibility that Rosette will be within that vicinity is quite high..." The PI explained. "Okay" I uttered, handing my phone to him so he could do his work. "I know we have asked you this before but I just want to put it out again, do you have any personal enemies that we should check? Anyone at all?" The PI asked again.

It was something I would never unsee if I mistakenly saw it. Then it rang. Out of instincts, I grabbed it and picked the call. "Who is this?" I said in a monotone voice. "Give me back my damn phone!" I flinched at the way the voice shouted. "I didn't steal it, you have mine." I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice immediately. "I don't have time for your stupid games. I need that phone." He said. "You have no right to speak rudely to me. I can drop the phone in water you know." I frowned.

Damian asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. Max waited for the trace to complete. A red dot appeared on the map. “The IP address is registered to a luxury apartment complex on Glover Road,” Max said. He looked up at Damian. “Unit 4B. Leased to… Selene Vaughn.” Damian went still. “Selene.” “But wait,” Max added, frowning. “The device ID isn’t Selene’s. We have Selene’s device fingerprints on file from when she worked here. This phone… this is a secondary device registered to an iCloud account: Sophistiqué_S.”