Bully Lord

Part-142

After several hours of poring over the information, they began to see a pattern emerging. Many of the victims were from the same area of the city, and the scammers seemed to be targeting students from specific schools.

"This is interesting," James said, pointing to a cluster of addresses on the map. "It looks like they're operating in a specific area."

Ryan nodded in agreement. "Maybe we should visit the area and see if we can find any clues," he suggested.

Sourov was hesitant. "It's dangerous," he said. "We don't know who we're dealing with."

James understood Sourov's concern. But they had come too far to give up now. "We have to take risks," he said. "If we want to catch these scammers, we need to get closer to them."

Ryan and Sourov exchanged a determined look. They knew it was risky, but they were ready to face the challenge.

The next day, armed with the information they had gathered, the trio headed to the address they believed to be the epicenter of the scam. It was a modest apartment building in a relatively quiet neighborhood.

They could track the woman's address because it was listed on her NID card.

As they approached the building, a sense of anticipation filled them. They had come this far, and they were determined to see it through. But they also knew that they were walking into the unknown. The scammers were dangerous, and they could be armed.

They decided to start with the first apartment on the list. Using the information they had gathered, they identified the target as a woman named Jenifer Talkuder.

"How are we going to get information about her?" Sourov asked, his voice filled with doubt. "We can't exactly knock on her door and ask for details."

James nodded in agreement. "We need to be discreet," he said. "We can't let them know we're on to them."

As they were pondering their next move, they spotted a small shop that sold computer and smartphone gadgets. On a whim, James suggested they check it out.

Inside the shop, they approached the owner, a middle-aged man with a kind demeanor. "Excuse me," James began, "do you know a woman named Jenifer Talkuder who lives in this building?"

The shopkeeper paused, his eyes scanning his memory. "Jenifer Talkuder," he repeated, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I think I know her. She lives on the third floor, right?"

The trio exchanged excited glances. They had hit paydirt.

"We're looking for her son," James explained. "We're old friends of his."

The shopkeeper's expression changed. "I'm sorry, but her son passed away four years ago," he said, his voice filled with sympathy.

The news was unexpected, and it cast a shadow over their initial excitement. James said, "It seems like we have the wrong person, then." With that, they left the shop.

The trio spent the rest of the day visiting the addresses listed in the document. To their dismay, none of the information matched the profile of a typical online scammer.