Erica
I heard the last part through the phone.
Not clearly — just fragments through the speaker pressed against Tyler's ear. But I heard enough.
Cole father wasn't working for Voss.
He was working against him.
I stood in the hallway with my hand on Tyler's arm and felt the exact moment the information landed in him. His whole body went still in a specific way. Not the tense stillness he got when he was angry. The other kind. The kind that meant something had just shifted at the foundation and he was waiting to feel which way it fell.
Tyler said very little for the next few minutes. Just listened. Small sounds to let Cole know he was still there.
When he hung up he stood for a second with the phone in his hand.
Then he turned to me.
"You heard," he said.
"Enough."
"Cole's father
