Chapter 504 The Mystery of Allan Smith

Claire’s brow furrowed as she stared at the empty search results. She had hacked into databases that were supposed to be impenetrable, infiltrated classified government records, and even accessed deep underground networks. Yet, no matter where she looked, Allan Smith was a ghost. Even with her expertise as The Raven, even with the full power of Metacortex's systems at her disposal—there was nothing. Matthew let out a low whistle from across the room, shaking his head. “I hate to say this, but this is impossible. There’s nothing on this guy.” Claire exhaled sharply, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “That doesn’t make sense,” she muttered. “No one is this invisible. If he was some government official, or a private citizen, there should be something—a birth certificate, financial records, medical history, anything.” Matthew leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “You think someone erased him on purpose?” Claire drummed her fingers against the desk, deep in thought. “I