Stuff To Trace Novels & Stories

It vibrates violently against the metal desk, the harsh ringtone cutting through the electronic hum of the room like a siren. All three of us freeze. I stare down at the screen. The caller ID flashes a restricted number. Nobody has this direct line except the men currently standing in this room, and the man currently missing. And the traitorous fuck who masterminded this entire nightmare. "Trace it," I order, my voice surprisingly steady as I shove the phone across the desk toward Vincent. Snatching a specialized tether cable from his workstation, Vincent plugs my phone directly into his rig. His fingers fly across the keys, pulling up a tracing program that instantly begins hunting the sign

After a while Grandma clasped both of our hands, “I just want you both to be happy and I need a grand child too.” Damian and I cleared our throats, neither knowing quite what to do. I stood and walked toward the room, muttering under my breath, “If only Grandma knew everything…how our marriage, everything, is a lie.” Back in the room, my mind was sharper. Timestamp. Routing path. Network trace. My pulse quickened. This wasn't random. I opened a secure app and made a call. "I need you to trace an email," I said quietly when the line connected. "Untraceable sender. Corporate level encryption. No mistakes."

“The system captured the device information before blocking the connection.” I straighten. “Can you trace it?” “I'm working on that now. The device has appeared before.” “Where?” “It matches one of the connections linked to the Orion access.” I go quiet. That changes things. “Are you sure?” “Not completely. That's why I don't want to make a conclusion yet.” “Good.” I stand and walk toward the window. “Don't shut the trail down.” Jayden pauses. “You want us to leave it open?”