“What?!” Lucia’s eyes widened. She couldn't believe her ears. “What are you saying? Didn’t the Turners lose her in a gang war long ago?”

“I used to believe the same.” Garaine turned to her friend.

“But how are you so sure that it's her?” Lucia asked, unconvinced by Garaine’s words. “I mean you never saw her, did you?”

“There is a huge portrait of her hanging on the wall in my father’s room,” Garaine explained. “It's impossible not to recognize her.”

“Then something is greatly fishy.” Lucia bob