Of course there was a catch, and of course deals were involved. "How convenient," Florence said flatly. "I haven't heard anything about him in years and now, all of a sudden, here he is? What conclusive evidence do you have, Walter? Pictures? Word of mouth from the so honorable and trustworthy Molokov?"

She glared at him, longing to give him a good hard slap across the cheek. He was lying, he had to be, but all the same, some sense of masochism compelled to ask what he wanted of her. "And how am I supposed to help?"