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He'd stolen Hadyn's cigarettes the morning before, when the messenger had run in breathlessly with the news of Carmella's disappearance, but Elisha hadn't had the time to light up. Not between organizing the futile search and then taking the slow walk over to Heart Castle to tell Jonathan Montenegro that his wife was gone. And then, of course, he'd spent far too long fielding panicked questions from Clubs - and anyone else who made their way to his office.

But finally he'd slipped off, going down back stairs and cutting through the kitchens before stepping into the cold, crisp February air. There was a bit of blue in the sky, breaking through the cloud cover, but it was still fucking cold and he hadn't bothered to grab his coat or his gloves, leaving him standing in the gardens in jeans, boots and a sweater. Elisha exhaled as he leaned against a stone wall, and he closed his eyes for a moment before he fished the cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one with the old zippo he hadn't used for anything but candles in months.

He was going to get a migraine from this. He was going to get a migraine anyway, though, so there wasn't any point in abstaining. He was going to have to find another new Queen, he thought. Maybe he should just go without.

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Elisha ground the cigarette out under his heel and nodded. He didn't look entirely pleased, though he also couldn't blame Hadyn for wanting to toy with the Diamond boy.

Still, basement makeouts didn't particularly make him happy.

"An interesting development, isn't it?"

"I have our IT working on what he could have been doing down there," and thus far nothing has come up. Which really just makes Victor wonder more.

"...Though it does occur to me that Hadyn might be...helpful in that regard." Not that Elisha would be pleased to hear that.

Elisha raises an eyebrow at that, turning to look at Victor. "Are you thinking Mata Hari, then?" he asked. "The Diamond's friends with Amy Sinclair too, you know. They watch Monty Python movies."

Yes, he did know everything. More to the point, as awkward as Amy was, she was Victor's guard. Maybe it was time she made herself useful.

"I have Carmella's disappearance on video."

"Do you think Amy will accomplish it?" He asked, in all seriousness. Hadyn, at least, he knew he could trust. Amy was...an unknown entity. And then there was the matter of how his King might well feel with that particular turn.

"Or is it that you don't care for the idea of your dear sweet Heart possibly wooing another." He asked, perhaps pushing a button he shouldn't.

"You know her better than I do," Elisha said. He, personally, thought Amy was an idiot. But that didn't mean idiots couldn't be useful.

His eyes flashed, of course; his temper was too close to the surface these last few days. "Perhaps you should put yourself in my place," he said. "Say it was Zoe who followed Peter Callender into the basement and kissed him. Would you ask her to do the same thing? Maybe you would." His fingers itched to light another cigarette, but he resisted. "But then, you never can tell how deep an operative will have to go to get information. I suppose you might be less okay with her sleeping with him for it."

He didn't think Zoe would, really. He didn't even really think Hadyn would, but there was a sliver of doubt; Hadyn would do a lot for duty and family, and Victor was becoming both.

"I trust Zoe to do what she thinks she can, and not to push herself too far." Victor said evenly, though in he had doubts it would have been ending with Peter's head over his Lady's. "However do you survive his career I wonder, though. You should have more faith- he learned it from you."

Elisha gave Victor a cool stare and then finally just lifted his shoulders. "Do what you want, Victor," he said. "You will, in any case." And Elisha might be King, but he wasn't Victor's.

In truth, he had little to no sway over Victor at all, and they both knew it.

"Try not to smoke yourself to an early grave," Victor offered as he moved to leave. There wasn't, honestly, too much to add to that particular line of conversation any longer.

"I will see what Miss Sinclaire is capable of in the mean time."

Elisha smirked a little at that and took another drag on his cigarette.

"Maybe you and Zoe should come here for brunch this week." Ignoring the oddity of the four of them and a weekly brunch date. "I have something you might be interested in seeing."

Something of a peace offering, he supposed, for this snarly conversation.

"What is that?" He asked, looking at Elisha curiously for a moment. Granted, the whole point of the comment was that he'd have to come to brunch to find out (in a word, bribery) but if didn't stop him from asking.

"My new surveillance system." Which wasn't really telling Victor, but he was sharp. He probably could figure out what was on the new surveillance system.

"...I'll find a good time and pass it along." He said, with a brief nod before turning to continue on his way. Let them see what they could figure out from a video, he thought. Even if it wasn't likely to be much.

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