“She’s nothing like you!” Frederica snapped.
“That’s a pity,” Virginia said. “And then there’s Kay, your half-brother. This is where the plot really thickens. He grew up in Victory City but moved to Vancouver when he was fifteen, where he’s got a sealed juvie record. A few years later, he took off for Toronto and he stayed there about half a decade before coming back here.”
“So he moved around a lot,” Frederica said. “What’s your point?”
“Well, the thing is, your brother left Toronto around the same time a notorious gang of bank robbers dropped off the radar,” Virginia said. “Now, it’s probably just a coincidence, but I think it warrants further investigation, don’t you?”
“Go ahead,” Frederica said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know anything about that.”
“If you’re sure,” Virginia said. “You never know, maybe they’ll give me a medal for helping take down a dangerous fugitive. I’ve always wanted to try being a hero for a change.”
Frederica felt bile rising in her throat.
“I’m sure Robin will be very proud,” she said, and hung up.
She stared at her phone for a while, adrenaline surging through her veins. She was pissed at herself for letting Virginia get under her skin, but she had to admit, it felt good. She wished she could’ve seen Virginia’s face.
“Are you okay?” Tommy asked.
“I don’t know,” Frederica replied. “Let’s get out of here.”
The address led to a dive bar in one of the sketchier parts of town. Its squat brick façade served as a canvas for graffiti, both fresh and long-faded, and the windows were heavily barred. A sign above the entrance read “Izzy’s” in bold neon letters. Tommy pulled up out front and Frederica opened the passenger door.
“You sure you want to go in there?” he asked.
“No,” she replied, “but I don’t have a choice.”
“I should come with you,” he said. “Just to be safe.”
“You think I can’t handle myself?” she asked.
“Uh, no, I just…” he stammered.