And I sort of knew that she must have known what was up, since I obviously had no use for her to hold the boards that way. But as long as it remained ...nspoken, it was just a fun little interaction.We were cutting the fourth or fifth board that way, without a single complaint from Clara that the chore was dragging on, when Alyssa appeared at the garage door saying “Hi.”“Oh, hi there,” I said. Alyssa shot me a knowing glance, reserving the wink that would have completed her greeting. I introduced. I wouldn't go sneaking around on Bonnie to see Rebecca. It had to be one or the other.What about Rebecca's family? Did she have a boyfriend or a father who might try to kill me? How would they deal with her seeing someone so much older? How would I deal with it? I could just envision us walking hand in hand in public and the gossip that would cause. Actually, as I considered it, I liked the thought of people seeing us together. Screw the gossips.I also knew that I wasn't the easiest person to. They led the new prisoners inside and left after a couple of large and armed women took them into their care. After passing through several solid looking gates she found herself in a reception area."Remove all your clothing and line up for inspection" shouted a large female, both in Russian, which Clemmy understood, and the local language, which she didn't, but most likely would long before she got out of here. At least Clemmy understood enough Russian to get by. She had still hardly got her. ‘Are you ready to go to work?’ ‘What?’ ‘I’ve got a client. Ready and willing. Or at least ready and pretty willing. Her sister is the contact. She has already softened her up a touch. Not actually. This one is no softy. Hard body. Serious athlete. You may have heard of her. Deann Downs.’ ‘Deann Downs? That Deann Downs? You’re not serious. That one could get any man on the planet.’ He did his research. He met with the sister, who was definitely a sister and raised an eyebrow when she saw Casey.