Part-143

  The first address led them to the home of an elderly woman who lived alone. She was a kind ale soul, pletely unaware of the world of online scams. The sed address beloo a siher with two young children, struggling to make ends meet. The third address was home to a woman whose only son was living and w in Australia. The final address beloo a woman who had never married and lived a solitary life.

  Each visit was a heartbreaking reminder of the human cost of these scams. These were ordinary people, going about their daily lives, unaware that their identities were being used for nefarious purposes.

  Sourov, the most emotional of the group, was visibly shaken by the experience. "I 't believe this," he muttered, his voice filled with anger. "These people are i victims."

  James and Ryan shared his se. They had e into this iigation with a sense of purpose, but now they were faced with a much rger and more plex problem.

  As they walked home, their minds raced. They had to find a way to ect the dots, to find the liween these seemingly ued women.

  "Maybe we're looking at this the wrong way," James suggested. "Maybe the scammers aren't targeting individuals, but rather a specific group of people."

  Ryan and Sourov exged ghey had sidered this possibility, but they had dismissed it as a long shot.

  "What if these women are part of a rger anization?" James tinued. "Maybe they are being used as fronts for something bigger."

  The idea was intriguing, but it also raised more questions than answers. Who was behind this anization? What was their motive? And how could they stop them?

  As they reached James's house, they decided to take a break. They o clear their heads and e up with a new pn. But before they parted ways, they made a pact. They would not give up until they had brought these scammers to justice.

  The weight of the world seemed to rest on their shoulders. They were fag ahat was far more powerful and ahan they had imagined. But they were determio fight back.

  After all, someone had to do it.

  As the day wore on, James found himself lost in thought. The case had taken a darker turn than they had anticipated. They were no longer dealing with petty thieves but with a well-anized criminal work.

  That evening, as James was pting their move, his ph. The number was unfamiliar. He answered, his heart pounding.

  "James," a voice said oher end. It was Dwip. "I have something for you."

  James's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

  "I've mao gather some information about four other numbers," Dwip replied. "If you want, you e over and pick it up."

  Without hesitation, James replied, "I'll be there in ten minutes."

  He hung up the phone and turo his parents, who were watg television. "I'm going out," he expined briefly.

  His mother looked at him with . "It's te," she said. "Are you sure you should be going out now?"

  James nodded. "I'll be careful," he promised.

  With a sense ency, James grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door. He o find out what Dwip had discovered. The fate of tless victims depended on it.