Someone knows already?  Not impossible, Russell surmised.  He'd planned on it; if they paid attention it was easy to work out.  But that was the trick, you had to be paying attention.  You had to want it.  Russell had thought it for the best this way; there was only really one kind of person who'd want to find the club, and that's those who want in, and want in bad enough to snoop around for them.  Thing is, usually the process of snooping around brought them up on his, John's or Lucia's radar first.  Someone approaching one of them out of the blue was a little concerning.<br/><br/>James... the only James he knew was a guy from back home; a really vain prick, son of a friend of his father's.  It certainly wasn't him, he was across the country.  It certainly didn't put Russell at ease; someone was that close to the truth and Russell didn't know a damn thing about him.  If things turned sour, he could resort to calling in a few favors, but it's not something he'd want to do, given the choice.  The sort of clout Russell had wasn't something to be used rashly.<br/><br/>On the plus side, Lucia had approved; Hannah was welcome to the club.  Now it was a simple matter of waiting for her to make contact.<br/>Russell made a reply to Lucia, then put away his phone and resumed his bookkeeping.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Hannah's in then.  We'll talk about the crasher over lunch.</span></strong>