For so long, Elisha thought, he'd made sure he'd known everything going around around them, cataloged every threat. For so long that he had been the Deck's spymaster longer now than David had ever been. But apparently, he'd developed a blindspot.
It was Ty who he'd thought would be most likely to take a move towards his position...one day. When it happened, Elisha always had known, Tyler would do nothing less than challenge him right to his face. There'd be no subterfuge, no political games of the sorts he'd played when he was only a few years older than Ty was now.
He hadn't expected that someone else would do it, and that they'd lean on the methods that had taken down Andrew thirty years before. Of course, he hadn't been challenged. Whoever it was - and he had all of the agents in his web seeking that information, and Jordan Novak had all his doing the same - whoever it was had to know that they were on alert now. Whoever it was had forgotten who it was they were dealing with.
He didn't speak only of himself, he thought as he paused by Hadyn in the courtyard. "Someone made you get some air," he said. He suspected he knew who. Carlos was fully occupied with the position he'd had to step into when his best friend had fallen into a coma. Sarah was pursuing leads with a single-minded intensity that reminded him that, as much as she was Hadyn's princess, in some ways she was just like him - like in the way she snapped out of her quiet artistic existence as soon as there was a crisis. That left Oliver, who was hardly slouching when it came to trying to piece together leads, but who was doing it between running his own department and living by Ty's bedside as much as he could. Elisha was fairly sure the boy barely slept.
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It was Ty who he'd thought would be most likely to take a move towards his position...one day. When it happened, Elisha always had known, Tyler would do nothing less than challenge him right to his face. There'd be no subterfuge, no political games of the sorts he'd played when he was only a few years older than Ty was now.
He hadn't expected that someone else would do it, and that they'd lean on the methods that had taken down Andrew thirty years before. Of course, he hadn't been challenged. Whoever it was - and he had all of the agents in his web seeking that information, and Jordan Novak had all his doing the same - whoever it was had to know that they were on alert now. Whoever it was had forgotten who it was they were dealing with.
He didn't speak only of himself, he thought as he paused by Hadyn in the courtyard. "Someone made you get some air," he said. He suspected he knew who. Carlos was fully occupied with the position he'd had to step into when his best friend had fallen into a coma. Sarah was pursuing leads with a single-minded intensity that reminded him that, as much as she was Hadyn's princess, in some ways she was just like him - like in the way she snapped out of her quiet artistic existence as soon as there was a crisis. That left Oliver, who was hardly slouching when it came to trying to piece together leads, but who was doing it between running his own department and living by Ty's bedside as much as he could. Elisha was fairly sure the boy barely slept.