Novel & Cerita Identity Fraud Morse Code

"April?" I exhaled in relief. "Lucy! I'm so glad that I was able to reach you." I could hear the confusion in her voice. "But I only spoke to you a few minutes ago." "Yes. Yes. I know, but I need your help. I was sent an ominous message, and I need you to track who sent it. There is no number attached to it." "Alright, but I need the message ID. Press ***5241### to reveal it. Send me the ID and the message, and I will get right to it."

I asked her while sitting before her across the table on the chair. " My father runs a gang of robbers I am also among them. I was in team training when one robber among them hand me a wallet saying that its mine but that wasn't. I opened that wallet to find Id cards in which I saw my pictures. I am not graduated nor have seen the face of the school but I know basic reading. After reading the name of the person on the id card I was sure that it was someone else who looks like me. Don't know why but I wanted to know about her and wanted to meet her that's why I kept that wallet with me. On the same day, my father gave me a task to get a file for him from a very secure building which was in a

I just hope she's not involved in any drug dealings. Scarlet showed that man the tickets. "What's the code?" the man asked, his voice gravelly. Code? Scarlet replied calmly, "PYTGH85." I stood there expressionless as if I understood what they were saying. Despite this, the man nodded and raised the shutter. "That's just to make sure we're not cops," Scarlet explained the code's secrecy. “Cops?” “Of course, this is illegal.” “Illegal?” In total perplexity, I inquired. “What exactly is this location?” I asked her as I skidded to a halt.

Another notification popped up on my phone screen this time around it was a text from Dorothy, my best friend. “EVELYN, CODE 5050” Her message was written in bold caps. It was our emergency code. We usually use the CODE 5050 when something bad has happened. My mind jogged back to my mum's text. Slowly, I placed the pieces together. Was dad really in danger?

“Deputy Lloyd, that’s got to be them. Grandpa Ben always makes us carry whistles. You found them.” “Okay girls, just send the others this way. Give the radio back to Milli.” He waited. “I’m here, Lloyd. What do you need?” Milli sounded worried. “Milli you said your godfather is a cop. Do you know the codes?” Lloyd hoped his fear was wrong. “Of course, I do. What girl from the hood doesn’t?” She sounded offended. “My next call will be 10-36, possible 11-41. Do you understand?” He didn’t want the girls to overhear when he radioed back, and he wanted her to have an ambulance waiting.

‘I am not really sure but I know that my father fondly calls her Tessy. The M.D came closer to take a closer look at the bracelet. ‘Let me have your hand.’ JT extended his hand and he scrutinized it. After the examination he just exhaled loudly. It even has the inscription on it. ‘What inscription sir?’ ‘It has the ‘J’ inscribed on it. ‘You mean sir,’ that this ‘J’ was done by you? ‘Yes, it was? ‘What’s the meaning sir?’ ‘It means James and not Justice, son’

"The authorization signature left on the transfer was a three-letter abbreviation: J.L.M." "...Who in the Morris family?" "Not confirmed yet. But the format of that abbreviation matches the coding on your mother's badge. Same batch, same pattern. Your mother is CA-00. The badge number is CA-07-AL. J.L.M's code likely precedes hers in sequence. That means J.L.M was one of the original participants in the project, before your mother was even brought in." Avery said nothing. She ran the timeline through her mind.

So, the moment I went off the grid four years ago, Nora could not wait to throw herself into the arms of Henry. I was foolish enough to believe her promises of forever waiting for me to come home. What an idiot I was. "That's because you haven't been working here long enough! I'm the owner of this mansion!" I rushed forward and placed my thumb on the fingerprint lock. A shrill alarm instantly blared out! The security guard lost his patience. He grabbed his baton and swung it down hard on my hand. "This lock only recognizes Ms. Christie and her boyfriend's fingerprints! You dirty beggar. Did you really think that the door would open for anyone?"

I heard the familiar crackle of the radio come to life. "Alright everyone look alive. We have a code 561, I need all available personnel to meet at the end of the hiking trail immediately." Jace and I looked at each other and jumped into the truck. We started it up and I felt Koda jump in the bed of the truck. A code 561 was always the one I hated the most, a missing child.

Because he wasn’t sure who the caller was, he held the phone to his chest instead of his ears and remained mute. “The man is not responding, he has refused to prepare the chemicals.” The deep and hoarse voice echoed through the phone. “Who are you?” Jack asked, trying to make sure. “Double 0 S…” He answered. Double 0 S was code they used in identifying themselves. “Force him.” Jack yelled realising it was one of his men on the phone. “We have done everything we can. If he doesn’t respond I’m afraid we will not be able to bring them in today.” The caller stated.