Part-142

  After several hours of p 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 iing," 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 find any clues," he suggested.

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

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

  Ryan and Sourov exged a determined look. They k was risky, but they were ready to face the challenge.

  The day, armed with the information they had gathered, the trio headed to the address they believed to be the epiter of the scam. It was a modest apartment building in a retively 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 e this far, and they were determio see it through. But they also khat 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 Jealkuder.

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

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

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

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

  The shopkeeper paused, his eyes sing his memory. "Jealkuder," he repeated, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I think I know her. She lives ohird floht?"

  The trio exged excited ghey had hit paydirt.

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

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

  The news was ued, 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 dot. To their dismay, none of the information matched the profile of a typical online scammer.