Florence stared at Lex warily, not trusting him any more than she did Walter or Molokov. Maybe he wasn't a spy, but he was quite clearly affiliated with some government organization. How he wormed his way through Anatoly's deep seated paranoia, she couldn't begin to imagine, but it ended here. No one took advantage of her player.

She had been about to say as much when Anatoly spoke, and she immediately turned her attention to him. The expression on his face made her reach for his hand and hold it tightly. "What? What's going on?"