Chapter 145. Ghost Trail

“There’s nothing,” Beck muttered in frustration, dragging both hands through his hair and gripping the ends.

Hayden glanced up from the financial reports spread across his laptop on the outdoor table. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing.” Beck spun his laptop around toward them. “No tax history. No social security trail. No credit records. Utility bills or property records. No bank activity outside that one payment slip.” He tapped the screen harder. “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 b