Chapter 580: The Ghost And The Hunter’s HuntThe evening skyline of Emerald Falls was a jagged silhouette of steel and glass, but inside Liam Carter’s penthouse, the air was as still as a tomb. Liam stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his reflection ghosted against the city lights. In his hand, he held the latest report from Vance, the investigator he had hired to peel back the layers of the man currently running his company’s finances.Vance sat in a low leather chair, his face illuminated by the glow of a tablet. He looked like a man who had spent forty-eight hours staring into a void."It’s a mirror, Liam," Vance said, his voice raspy from too much caffeine and too little sleep. "I’ve run every algorithm, checked every deep-web database, and cross-referenced every state licensing board. Gregor is a professional ghost. His PI firm is a masterpiece of corporate theater—all the right papers, all the right tax filings, but no soul."Liam turned slowly, his eye

Chapter 582: The Noose TightensThe air in the ESU tactical command center was thick with the smell of ozone and burnt coffee. Agent Johnson stood before a massive glass whiteboard, now covered in a chaotic web of red lines and pinned documents. Across from him, Morrison, the detective investigator, looked like a man who had been dragged through the trenches. His suit was wrinkled, and his eyes were bloodshot."The streets are silent, Johnson," Morrison said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "The gang members we were tracking—the ones who handled the physical logistics of the EMC breach—have vanished. We hit three safe houses last night. Nothing but empty shell casings and cold pizza boxes. My gut says they’re either at the bottom of the harbor or tucked away in a hole so deep we’ll need a drill to find them."Johnson didn't look up from the folder in his hands. He tapped a rhythmic beat against the table. "Let the street thugs go for now, Morrison. We were looking at the