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The moment Norah entered her room, she switched on her computer. Hacking into the local government's
website, she unearthed information about Ivy. Ivy's rural Glophian roots were documented, along with her
deceased husband.
Ivy's son’s appearance in Silverdale—could it be a family reunion? Norah navigated to an international hacker
forum, initiating a private chat with JW.
“Remember that program for intercepting faces from global surveillance networks? Any progress?”
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JW’s response arrived. “If memory serves, | mentioned its complexity and shelved it halfway through.”
“Do you still have the semi-finished code?” she inquired.
“Sure,” JW replied. “But a heads-up: it’s a long shot. To ID people globally via surveillance footage, we'd need to
breach every monitoring system and have top-notch facial recognition software. It’s practically impossible.”
He'd conceived the idea, only to be bogged down by insurmountable technical hurdles. Unmotivated, he'd
abandoned it. He hadn't anticipated Norah reviving the project.
“Send it over,” Norah instructed.
JW complied.
“Hitup if you get stuck. After all, | wrote the first half!”
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“Thanks,” Norah replied, a glint in her eyes.
Norah was well aware of the challenging issues JW had mentioned, but she didn’t need to intercept faces from
global surveillance networks. Instead, she focused her efforts solely on Silverdale, aiming to find Ivy.
If she couldn't locate Ivy in Silverdale, her next course of action would be to return to Glophia and continue her
search there. With determined focus, she opened the program page and entered the code.
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At Dreamview Villas, Glophia.
“Mr. Scott, here is the latest update on Miss Wilson.”
Phillip passed an envelope containing information he had gathered from Silverdale to Sean. The envelope was
carelessly sealed, causing two photos to slip out.
Sean picked up one of the photos with his slender fingers and flipped it over.
It was a picture of Norah. She was lying in bed, an IV drip attached to her arm, eyes closed in peaceful slumber.
“Is Norah ill?”
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