“There’s nothing,” Beck muttered in frustration, dragging both hands through his hair and gripping the ends.

Hayden glanced up from the financial reports spread across his laptop on the outdoor table. “Nothing at all?”

“Nothing.” Beck spun his laptop around toward them. “No tax history. No social security trail. No credit records. Utility bills or property records. No bank activity outside that one payment slip.” He tapped the screen harder. “It’s like K. Strauss existed ...