The phone call ended where Angela hadn't had the chance to answer. Soon after that, her phone beeped with a message containing a restaurant and a time she would meet her mother tomorrow.
"Did she say why she wanted to meet with you?" Gael asked after Angela explained the call to him.
"No. She just said she wanted to see me."
"Pretty coincidental that she wants to meet at the same time I'd have to meet the person tomorrow. Same time, different venues."
Angela met his curious gaze. "You think it's related?" She knew her mother wasn't staying in New York.
"I don't know what to think."
"Will it be a problem if it's anyone related to my mother or grandfather whom you will be meeting tomorrow?"
He leaned sideways against the wall next to the dining table. "Could be. Other than the fact that the Russians think I'm me… It shouldn't be a problem. It'll just be like any other business transaction. Except with people who don't like me too much."
