Instead, she called Adam Zoric.

Cell B47 was the last domino.

Lena pulled up her private model—the one she’d built on an encrypted thumb drive, never on the company network. The numbers made her nauseous.

She shook her head. “No one did it. The money’s still gone. Julian’s going to prison, but the system that let him build the Iron Vault is still standing. There’s another Ferrum out there right now. Probably in crypto. Probably in private credit.”