“It’s not about the coin,” he said quietly. “It’s about the cap.”
Elliot leaned back. Three hundred Bitcoin. At current frozen prices, that was still twenty-six million dollars. Enough to make a dead man’s sister stop crying and start breathing again. Bitcoin2john
Elliot looked out the window at the dark city, the dead exchanges, the world that had stopped caring. “It’s not about the coin,” he said quietly