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He nods toward me.

Elena doesn't look over. “That’s convenient.”

“It’s true.”

“Convenient things often are.”

The arrogance has begun slipping from him now. Underneath it is something much less impressive. A man who spent decades believing proximity to power could substitute for safety.

They always learn too late.

Elena keeps going.

“What access do you still have?”

Karras hesitates.

I speak before she does. “Everything.”

He looks at me. It isn't a question.

His eyes drop.

“There are three terminal keys.”

“Where?”

“One at Asterion. One in my home office. One with a legal trustee in Zurich.”

“Passwords?”

“They rotate.”

“How?”

“Hardware authenticator.”

“Codes.”

He gives them to us.

Then server addresses. Shell corporations. A trust administrator in Luxembourg. A brokerage account under a false charitable foundation. A secure communications portal hidden behind a dead corporate domain. Names of intermediaries, though most are probably false. Some may be dead. A few might still be useful.

For the next twenty minutes, Elena drains everything she can from him. When she finally closes the laptop halfway, Karras turns toward me. He knows he is a finished man.

I see the understanding settle into his face before I even stand.

“Adrianos.”

Elena turns too.

I rise.

Karras grips his cane harder. “I’ve given you everything.”

“I know.”

“Then we’re done.”