Jax
Winnie called back within the hour, and I could hear the surprise in her voice even through the phone. "Ashes to iron worked. Not the whole passphrase, looks like there's a second part to it, but it cracked enough to get me into a partial directory."
Ryder put her on speaker so the rest of us could hear. "What'd you find?"
"Mostly locked files still, but one folder opened clean. Shipping manifests, dates going back about eight years, all routed through a warehouse address." She rattled off a location a couple hours south, an industrial stretch none of us recognized offhand. "Whatever Cole's actually moving through his legitimate front, my guess is that's where the real business happens."
It was decided within the hour that someone needed eyes on that warehouse before we handed anyt
