Identity Fraud Maze 2 Romane & Geschichten

"I severed the connection. I rerouted the trace through a server farm in Russia and then bounced it to a dead terminal in Singapore. They lost the trail." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, sinking back against the leather seat. My hands were shaking. "Did they get anything?" I asked. "No," Maya said, checking her monitors. "They got a few corrupted files and a fake IP address. Your identity is safe. For now." "Who was it?" I asked. "Was it Mark?" "Mark?" Maya scoffed, though her eyes remained serious. "Mark can barely open a P*F without help. This wasn't him. And it wasn't Zane—she’s too impulsive for this kind of precision."

“It’s like K. Strauss existed for five minutes and then vanished off the face of the earth.” “Could be fake identification,” Jared said, grunting as he performed a series of lunges near the fountain. He was sweating. His shirt lay on the grass, showing the tight bandages across his shoulder. “No,” Beck said immediately. “It’s too clean.” Myla looked up from her book. “Too clean?” “That’s the problem.” Beck leaned back in his chair with a sigh. “Fake identities usually leave sloppy trails somewhere. Tiny inconsistencies, old metadata, or timing issues. Something.” He rubbed his temple. “This one is wiped perfectly.”

Aaron had gone out to his boat to make sure they had everything they needed to start new lives. Margo was entering bank information in one of the three computers she had set up in the cafeteria. Once the funds from the Federal Reserve Bank were downloaded to the dummy account with the multiple IPs she had programmed, the funds would evenly disperse between eight different accounts. They all had two new identities just in case one got compromised or if the banks got suspicious of one of them getting millions of dollars in electronic funds.

“Freeze all associated accounts before 9 a.m.” Roe moved quickly, sending digital authorizations through the internal banking network. Marcus kept time. “We’ll have a chain reaction once the accounts lock,” he warned. I didn’t care. “Better reaction than depletion,” I said. The command went through. Within minutes, transactions pending under false IDs failed mid-process.

That's why I took out the loans using your identities. Mable was the first to react. "That's impossible!" she snapped, pointing at me angrily. "I had no idea! That's fraud!" I shrugged innocently. "How can you say that, Mable? You all voluntarily gave me your passports. Besides, I gave you all the loan money. I didn't even use a penny. How is that fraud?" All three of their faces turned livid with rage. They clearly hadn't expected me to strike back so firmly.

Her voice was like she was reading a grocery list. "Aria Chen. Sage Chen. Identity fraud, breaking and entering, theft." Each charge landed like a physical blow. Mom's hand found Dad's under the table. Their fingers interlocked, knuckles white against skin. Walsh slid papers across to Sarah. "You all have options today. I'm here to present them." Sarah scanned the documents quickly with professional mask in place. But her jaw tightened slightly. I saw it. She didn't like something she was reading. Walsh sat back and looked directly at each of us in turn.

Power ran through their veins like poison, and one wrong move could unravel years of preparation. I closed the email and pulled out the neatly stacked folder of Camille Martins’ forged life. Degrees. References. Bank statements. All pristine. All untraceable. I’d used this identity for years to bring down others. Now, it was about to face its greatest test. It was Saturday evening, which meant I had less than 48 hours to turn myself into the perfect candidate with the perfect disguise.

Her so-called MBA from a prestigious business school was a fake certificate she had bought on the black market for eight thousand dollars. The second document contained her surgical records from a cosmetic surgery clinic. She had undergone a complete facial reconstruction, involving her chin, nose bridge, cheekbones, and the corners of her eyes. The total cost came to 680 thousand dollars, and she still owed 120 thousand dollars. The third stack contained her debt collection records. Her online loans, credit card debt, and loans from loan sharks added up to more than two million dollars. Every single one had been taken out under Conner's name as guarantor.

I wondered, panting heavily as I dropped my legs on the floor, winching when my bare feet met the cold floor. I grabbed my laptop, my fingers dancing crazily as I typed in my name but there was nothing, as if I never existed. Jayce Beckett was no longer registered on the system. "What?" I whispered, my eyes widened as I lazily typed in my fake name and felt my pulse quickened when I found my fake information on the internet, replacing my real identity. Jayce Beckett or anything that could lead to my life as a federal agent had been wiped out of the internet, replaced with this fake identity and things that shouldn't really interest my targets.