“I’ll need everything,” he said. “His old computers. Phones. Journals. Passwords he reused. Names of ex-girlfriends. The make and model of his first car. And I need to know—was there anyone else who knew him well enough to guess?”
He stared at the screen for a long time. Then he poured the rest of the Johnnie Walker down the sink, put the bottle cap in a small velvet box, and called John’s sister. Bitcoin2john
Elliot turned the bottle cap over in his fingers. “John. And he drank Johnnie Walker Blue. That’s too on the nose.” “I’ll need everything,” he said
Elliot picked it up. The underside was scratched with a single line: “Not your caps, not your coins.” Journals
It was the summer of 2032, and the world had finally moved on.