"Not as much as I've worked out on my own," Marcie replied, allowing herself a touch of smugness. It had taken some time but she'd done the work and figured John out: the length of time he'd been working at his current firm versus the age he presented himself as, the clues he'd dropped when she had been trustworthy but discreet, the odd reaction he'd had one day when someone was talking about Robin Hood. She was a clever girl, she'd done her reading. "You are Guy of Gisborne, aren't you." More of a statement than a question.