In the gaslit corridors of Gilded Age New York, spymaster Marithea Bell runs her network from behind bars, routing every thread through her cell and trusting no one with the full picture. For months, her absolute control has kept everything running flawlessly from a distance--until a workhouse death that should never have happened exposes a fatal flaw in her design. It was not a failure of intelligence. It was a failure of delegation. Cut off from the truth and facing the hard limits of her own isolation, Marithea must assemble an unlikely network of her own--a laundress, a priest, a fearless journalist, an old soldier and his nephew--to solve a murder that reaches back twenty years, before the conspiracy she's built her life around finishes what it started. This is the second installment in The Ironopolis Files.