Robin was quiet for a while, then he said, “Okay.”
He slid across the seat and phased right through the door. He raised his hand to wave but just scratched his head instead. Then he turned and walked back the way they came. Tommy started the car.
“So where to next?” he asked.
“Working on it,” Frederica replied, and took out her phone.
She ran a search for Alex Iskander, keeping an eye out for any reference to a bar. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel proud.
“Was that the right thing to do?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” Tommy replied.
“I just paid a child to sell out his own mother,” Frederica said. “So much for knowing where to draw the line. I crossed it without a second thought. He probably didn’t even know what he was doing. Not really.”
“Something tells me that kid knew exactly what was going to happen,” Tommy said. “At least you didn’t kidnap him and hold him for ransom.”
“That’s a pretty low bar,” she said. “I just don’t want it to get any lower. Maybe I should—”
Her phone rang. She sighed and answered.
“I have to admit, you’re getting better at giving me the slip,” Virginia said. “All your powers are wasted on journalism. You could be doing so much more.”
“Funny, I could say the same about you,” Frederica replied.
“Oh, I do quite a lot already,” Virginia said. “For instance, this morning I’ve been trying my hand at genealogy. Found out quite a bit about your family, as a matter of fact. They’re a really interesting bunch.”
“You stay away from them,” Frederica said.
“Twin sister Josephine,” Virginia continued. “Spending a year abroad, currently partying on the coast of Spain. Half-sister Angela: works as a freelance ‘problem solver’, which is an oddly-sinister job description. What is she, a hitman? Or is she in my line of work? I usually try to keep tabs on my competition.”