Elisha had understood Laureline's methods far too well, because in some ways they had been far too similar. He had not been quite as coldly ruthless as she, though, and neither was Hadyn. They were still sharp and ruthless and had made their Suit any interesting one over the years.

"There are two men who might do this," he said. "Francisco Maradona and Ulrich Ambrose." Both Tens, both not yet thirty - both a bit tricky, really. Francisco worked with him in intelligence, so if it was him, he'd know soon enough. But his money was on Ambrose.

He smiled a bit, though. "Your request to challenge Lady Elani for the position of Jack is accepted," he said with the required formality. He wondered how surprised she'd be over it. More than she should be, certainly.