"So tell me, Frank," Troutwine began, "you've seen the Epstein files..."

I nodded.

"What in there would surprise me the most?"

"Gee, Brick — where do I begin? Because the long list of sick and twisted fucks who made the 'Hajj' to 'Pedophile Island' reads like a veritable 'Who's Who' of billionaires and powerbrokers a la Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Blue Blood scum of the earth drawn from every corner of the political and ideological spectrum. Nothing in common but their shared perversions, and godlike sense of entitlement. Eerily reminiscent of that ancient Roman emperor, Tiberius, who used to have little boys delivered up for his carnal pleasure — only to order them tossed over a 1,000 foot cliff once he was done with them. Indeed, perversion at this scale knows no ideological or political allegiance, other than the shared instinct to manipulate the levers of power and government to 'exploit the masses' and 'cover their asses'...

"But Epstein's plane is where the real secrets lie: the so-called 'Lolita Express.' Pedophile Island meets The Mile High Club. The same plane where Clinton, barely out of office, could 'get his freak on.' Twenty-four times, in one year alone. The same plane where Trump nailed one of his favorite nude models for the first time... The Future First Lady. And where he could use his infamous pick-up line 'you remind me of my daughter' on girls so young they probably reminded him of Ivanka in her early teens. Girls so young — so clearly under the age of consent — that it clearly didn't matter which state they might be flying over during the act itself. The future president would have had to have known it was statutory rape. In all fifty states."

"Again, Frank, I'm not easily surprised...  'surprise' me."

"The 'smoking gun' is how the money changed hands. A digital form of currency used only by the uber rich, the .0000000000000000000001% who actually run the world. Ironically, this system of 'trade,' or more accurately, this 'trade network,'  dates all the way back to the Dark Ages, when the Knights Templar were tasked by the Pontiff to shake down the Nobels in order to underwrite the Crusades.

"In the Digital Age, however, an even more secretive method of exchange has captured the imaginations of the Ruling Class, providing them with the ideal means, the untraceable means, to conduct highly illegal transactions amongst themselves — e.g. stolen art from the great masters, transplantable human organs harvested from uncooperative donors, and, of course, human trafficking — transactions which, by their very nature, do not intersect with the lower 99.9999999999999999999999% (unless, of course, you were on that short list for a kidney). This form of digital currency, unavailable to all but a select few, is known only by its initials: [REDACTED].

"THAT sounds like what I was fishing for, Frank. Tell me more about [REDACTED]."