Without A Trace Book Novels & Stories

I asked, seeing a little frown on her face. "I'm unable to find a book. Maybe a student took it without getting it issued. These students are just very careless." She said looking at the computer screen. "Oh. What book?" I asked, out of curiosity. "Umm it's 'The girl he used to know' by-" she read from the computer screen but I completed her sentence. "By Tracey Garvis Graves?" I said it more like a question. "Yes! That's the book." She said, jolting up in amusement.

Every one of us was trying to force impossible pieces together. Roman finally broke the silence. “I hate mysteries.” I looked over. “Do do I.” I sighed a long breath. Despite everything happening, a small laugh escaped me. I guess with everything that happened I couldn’t help it. Before any of us could say anything else… The bedroom door opened. Traci hurried inside carrying a thick, weathered book against her chest. Her eyes practically sparkled. “Guys…” She lifted the book slightly. “I think I found something.”

“But they cleared out fast.” We moved deeper in. Every room we searched told the same story abandoned in a hurry, equipment still warm, coffee still half-full. But no people. No footprints. No DNA trace. Just… nothing. I clenched my jaw. “They knew we were coming.” Riley checked the last console and swore under his breath. “Logs are wiped clean. Completely.” I stepped closer. “Can you recover anything?” He shook his head. “Whoever did this used a zero-trace burn. Even if we had a tech genius on hand, it’s gone.”

I extended my awareness outward in every direction, reading the air with everything I had. The floor was empty. Not just of this specific presence… empty in the way that felt deliberately so. Whatever had been here had left no trail I could follow. No scent trace, no warmth, no residual signature of the kind that lingers after a living body has occupied a space. That was the part that tightened something in my chest. Living bodies always left traces. Even careful ones. The absence of any trace wasn’t the absence of a presence… it was evidence of something that knew how to erase itself. Something that had been practising for a very long time.

The corridor smelt of disinfectant and stale coffee. Lead lost. “Trace everything,” I said. “Bank accounts. Digital footprint. Associates.” “We’ve tried. There’s almost nothing. No active social media. Minimal banking activity. It’s like he was wiped.” A ghost. Aviel Beckham. No records. No online presence. No clear financial trail. One enemy dead. Another invisible. Evans still circling. Media chaos still burning. And now, a wife who did not remember we were supposed to get a divorce. I ended the call and looked through the glass again.

Once again, I was the outsider. But it didn't matter anymore. After all the hurt I'd endured, the love I once had for them had been drained dry. Dizziness washed over me, and I knew it was time to go. This time, I left without a second thought. And I did so quietly, without leaving a single trace behind.

“What do you mean you couldn’t track it?” Lucas shifted uneasily. “We’ve been checking since the day they were taken. We searched every camera near the mall, every road that leads out of the city. We even checked private security feeds.” He hesitated before adding, “It’s like they vanished.” Alessandro frowned, sitting back in his chair. “Vanished? You’re saying there’s no trace at all?” Lucas nodded once. “No trace, boss. Nothing. Whoever planned it was careful. They knew where the blind spots were. They covered their tracks too well.”

“Two blue balls. One dead man, and a right-hand man who didn’t deliver what he promised.” His smile faltered, but I walked away without looking back. __________ Lessia booked the Uber from her account, to drive us a few blocks away. We didn’t worry about the record or trail, because after tonight, there would be no Karen. Fast hands tore off the prosthetics and the wigs, burning all the evidence in an alley dumpster. Nothing left. No skin. No hair strands. No trace. Max pulled up seconds later. They all got in, everyone except me. I was already moving toward the hospital, toward Sareena.

Chapter 4 Elara’s POV By the time Hailey swung by with lunch, I’d already neutralized three separate tracing attempts all from the same IP cluster. Persistent. I sat cross-legged on my couch, laptop balanced on my knees, the rhythmic clack of keys filling the room. Code streamed across the screen like an unbroken river, each line severing another breadcrumb trail someone had tried to follow. When the third attempt vanished into the digital void I’d built for it, I smirked. Not bad. Whoever was behind this had resources, maybe even their own private tech team. But they weren’t good enough.

His jaw was tight, voice low. “There’s no trace.” I blinked. “What do you mean no trace?” He let out a breath before his eyes found mine once again. “I mean. I didn't see anything. No camera footage. No prints. No sensors tripped. It’s like he was never here.” A cold sweat broke over my back. “But I saw him. I screamed. There were footsteps—” “I believe you,” Nico said instantly. “That’s not what this is about. But if he was here… he came and went in a way none of our systems picked up.”