Roland's cabin sat deeper into the woods than the last one, reachable only by a dirt track that wound through timber for the better part of a mile before opening onto a clearing with a single-storey structure and a satellite dish bolted crooked to the roof, the whole place looking like it hadn't seen a fresh coat of paint in a decade."Internet's slow, but it's private," Roland said, unlocking the door, keys jangling against the old wood. "Nobody's traced this address to me in eleven years. I intend to keep it that way."Elena had her laptop set up on the kitchen table within minutes, decryption running in the background while she split her attention across three other windows, one of them a live feed of financial news she kept muted in the corner of the screen. Ivy sat across from her, going through her father's folder page by page now that there was finally time to read it properly, and Gideon paced the small living room the way he always did when there was nothing left to do but wa
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