“That’s the thing,” Sloane replied. “It isn’t a Social Security number—or at least, it’s not anymore. I’ve been going in circles trying to figure out what else it could be, but then instead of cross-referencing it against current Social Security numbers, I decided to do a historical search.” “How much of this required illegal hacking?” a voice asked from the doorway. I looked up to see Lia and, behind her, Michael and Dean. “Almost all of it,” Sloane answered without skipping a beat. “When I went back a few decades, I found it. That Social Security number was given to a baby boy born in
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