Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

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Yuki sat at the large, U-shaped desk in the tech lab, multiple screens flickering before him as data streamed in real-time. The burner phone Sam had given him sat in front of him, its cheap plastic exterior a stark contrast to the complexity of the investigation it represented.

Despite his best efforts, Yuki had encountered a brick wall. Whoever had caused the attack on Mia had been meticulous, covering their tracks with layers of anonymity.

Burner phones were designed to leave no trace, but Yuki was no ordinary tech expert. He was the head of Logan’s tech team for a reason, a brilliant mind with an ability to crack through the most impenetrable of firewalls and digital barriers. Still, even for him, this task was proving difficult.

He had spent hours trying to track down the origin of the phone’s messages. The number was disposable, bouncing off different cell towers to mask its location.

The texts were sent through encrypted servers, rerouted several times before reaching Carl.