“So what did you do last night?” Genesis asked.
“I… went out with friends.”
Frederica hesitated, then said, “Valhalla Club.”
“Holy shit,” she said. “How’d that go?”
“I, uh, set a creep on fire and the owner gave us backstage passes.”
Genesis stared blankly at Frederica for a long moment, then laughed again.
“And here I thought you were the quiet twin.”
“That makes two of us,” Angela said, floating a bowl of salad over to the table. “You better not get yourself arrested. I don’t want to have to explain to your mother how you got a criminal record under my watch.”
“Oh, go easy on her,” Genesis said. “You break the law all the time. You’re basically a vigilante.”
“I’m a consultant,” Angela said. “There’s a difference.”
“Yeah, consultants get paid,” Genesis said, and smirked at Frederica.
The doorbell rang. Genesis headed for the foyer. The front door opened and Kay, Frederica’s half-brother, stepped inside. He was the same age as Angela, with shaggy dark hair and a goatee. He grinned when he saw Frederica.
Chip arched his back and hissed.
“Are you tormenting my cat again?” Angela said from the kitchen.
Kay threw his hands up into the air.
“I barely even looked at the thing!” he said. “I swear he’s had it out for me from day one.”
“He takes his job as man of the house very seriously,” Angela said. “He knows bad news when he sees it.”
Kay rolled his eyes. Genesis stepped up beside him.
“No Deirdre today?” she asked.
“She’s off with Dorothy this weekend,” Kay replied. “You know how it is.”