"It worked because I had a pack behind me," I said. "And legal counsel and a father with twenty-two years of documentation and a grandmother who ran an intelligence operation from an estate in Connecticut."
Something moved at the corner of Eleanor's mouth. "I prefer private research. But yes."
We sat in the quiet for a moment.
"Forty-seven years," she said. Her voice was even and contained and underneath the containment was something that had been there a long time. "That is how long this ran through the structure I was responsible for. Through the pack my husband led and then the pack my grandson led and through forty-three years of my tenure as Luna." She paused. "I did not see it."
"It was built specifically not to be seen," I said.
"Yes." She set down her coffee. "That is accurate
