"Hmm," Nat says. She studies her friend carefully. "Well, look at it from my point of view?"

She takes another sip of her own drink. "Steve's been looking for James for years. Since he found out he was alive. No clues. No trace."

She keeps her tone light, friendly, and relaxed. "He goes off to London-- which, actually, first..." She squeezes Sharon's hand. "I'm sorry about Peggy."