Catching the theft 2

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I worked quickly, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I traced the IP address through multiple servers. Russo stood beside me, providing guidance when I hit security walls. "There," I said, breaking through the final proxy. "I've got a location." The screen displayed coordinates in Eastern Europe. Romania, specifically. A small city I'd never heard of. "Can you get more specific?" Rafael asked, moving closer. "Working on it." I pulled up surveillance databases, cross-referencing the IP with physical addresses. "The connection is coming from... an internet café?" Russo frowned. "That's odd. Someone sophisticated enough to steal eight hundred thousand dollars wouldn't work from a public café." "Unless they wanted to hide their real location," Rafael said. I kept digging, accessin

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