"Miss Federova." She smiled as I looked her up and down for a few seconds. "I wasn't expecting you to meet us here."

"Still trust that my name is Natasha and not Rebecca?"

"Do you carry identification?"

"How would you know it's real?"

Offering my hand, I escorted her inside. After making her a coffee, I called Jennifer and let her know Natasha had arrived. She was on my doorstep and through the door within minutes, ensuring I already had her coffee on the table next to mine. "We weren't expecting you here," Jennifer told her.

"I'm aware but I have a feeling you likely haven't been entirely informed about...