Jassy
It took some convincing, but I finally got Agent McKesson to meet with us again. This time in a less formal setting, and closer to Karl's home. We met at a little Starbucks in a nearby shopping center, some place we wouldn't know anyone from the city.
“Alright,” McKesson said as she sat down with her plain black coffee that was so at odds with the half-fat mocha frappucino I'd ordered for myself. “Talk.”
Karl nodded. “Okay. I wasn't completely honest before.”
Claire snorted and kept her eyes focused on Karl like he might bite her if she looked away. “Yeah. I know. And your little tip this morning wasn't exactly the first indication, either.”
He shrugged and gave her a little grin, trying to be charming with her. “Okay, my associates and I have been stealing from Aleksey Volkov,
