‘Phew,’ she said. ‘I thought we’d never get out of there. I didn’t realize Faith’s mother would be such a gabber.’ Shelby did not reply. She stared through the rain-spattered windshield as the wiper blades cleared it, over and over again. After a few minutes of silence in the car, Talia glanced over at her sister as she drove. ‘How come you’re so quiet?’ she said disapprovingly. ‘I’m wondering something,’ Shelby said. Talia did not bother to ask what it was. ‘Could you . . . hack into a person’s bank records?’ ‘Of course,’ said Talia, now in her comfort zone. ‘The banks are constantly changing their systems to try to prevent it, but no sooner do they get them changed than some hacker gets through their firewalls. I’ve often thought that the answer to that would be . . .’ Shelby swiveled in the seat and looked at her sister. ‘No,’ she interrupted. ‘I mean can you, personally, hack into someone’s bank records for me?’ ‘What?’ ‘I need to look at someone’s credit card receipts.’ ‘No,’ Talia bristled.
