"Oh, an art thief," Veronica said, mock-impressed, "with a soft spot for the ladies. You got an early start." It was strange to think of just where she'd been at fifteen - a world away, not just in terms of location, but who she'd been. It was a long way off from now.

She liked now a hell of a lot better. "I... stole a lot of files. That was kind of a specialty. But never art."