Efraim was quick to notice that Lee was - completely uncharacteristically – elbow deep in the soapy water in the sink, head down, scrubbing furiously at what appeared to be a perfectly clean plate. Eva was leaning on the counter, a little too close, and looking a little too bright and cheerful for someone whose husband was missing.

"Good morning," he drawled, watching the back of Lee's neck redden and Eva step away from him furtively.

"Ah, Agent Beaman, is it not?" she said. "How nice to see you again."

"I trust you're settling in comfortably?" asked Efraim affably. "I'm sure Mrs. King has been very helpful getting you up to speed."

"Oh yes, Mandy is very sweet," cooed Eva. "And so very domestic."

"I agree. Amanda's ability to move between the world of intelligence gathering and a regular home life has made her very useful on many occasions," nodded Efraim. "Her perception and empathy are attributes we value very much. Isn't that right, Scarecrow?"

"Yes," agreed Lee, tersely. "She's very good at what she does."

"Yes indeed, she often sees things we miss." Efraim paused to let that shot go home, then continued. "I came to interview you about last night," he said. "But I see you haven't even had a chance to get dressed yet. I'll just wait here with Lee while you do that."

"Oh yes, I suppose this isn't quite what I should be wearing with all these men in the house, is it?" said Eva, preening slightly.

"And Mrs. King," replied Efraim politely. "She's here as well."

There was a long silence while Eva glanced between the two men, but Lee wouldn't meet her gaze and Efraim kept his expression neutral.

"I'll be back in a moment," she said finally, turning away with a swish of silk and more than a tinge of sulk.

"How are you doing?" Efraim asked Lee after she'd left. "Didn't get roughed up to badly, I hope?"

"I'll live," said Lee, finally lifting the dish out of the water and dropping it on the drying rack. "I wish I knew where Angelo went though."

"Does Eva wish that too?"

Lee turned and looked daggers at him. "What does that mean?"

Efraim shrugged. "Nothing, I guess. She just seems pretty relaxed about all this."

"She's worried," Lee defended her. "She's probably just used to hiding it after all those months in prison."

"Or she's just cool because of her vampire blood," joked Efraim.

"Her what?" Lee's confusion was clear.

"Vampires, Transylvania- you know?" said Efraim.

"I know that, but what does that have to do with Eva?"

"Well, she's Romanian – that's where Transylvania is."

"She's not Romanian – she's Italian," replied Lee, leaning back against the counter as he dried his hands.

"Her father was Italian," Efraim corrected him. "But her mother is Romanian."

"Was," said Lee, processing this new information. "Her mother died when she was young."

"Not according to her file," said Efraim. "It says her mother moved back to Bucharest after her father died and is still alive. In his briefing, Spinelli says that's who got them the job offer in Moscow."

"Well, you must have remembered that wrong," Lee frowned.

Efraim just lifted an eyebrow and waited. Lee grunted as he realized how ridiculous a statement that was.

"I'm sure she said both her parents were dead," Lee muttered to himself.

"It was a long time ago," replied Efraim. "Hard to remember all the details. Or so I'm told."

"Yeah, maybe," said Lee grudgingly.

"Anyway, we still need to figure out where Spinelli's gone," said Efraim, getting them back on topic. "So what happened last night?"

He didn't miss the way Lee glanced unconsciously in the direction Eva had left.

In the master bedroom, Amanda was picking up the laundry from the previous evening from the heap it was left in when the Russians had dumped everything out the night before. She had just slid the middle drawer back in the dresser when Eva arrived.

"Oh Mandy, you don't need to be doing that!" she exclaimed.

"Well, it's hardly any trouble," answered Amanda. "It's not like either of you were able to bring much with you from Russia after all." She stepped back and shoved her hands in her pockets as Eva approached and began to straighten out the contents of the open drawer.

"Well, you are very kind. I'm sure I won't know how we'll cope without you!" said Eva.

"I'll make sure to get you details on how to find a maid service," said Amanda sweetly. "But perhaps we should concentrate on finding your husband first."

"Yes," said Eva, looking around the room as if she expected Angelo to materialize. "I cannot imagine why he would have run off like that."

"He must have had a reason," Amanda pointed out. "But this must all be so overwhelming for him. And for you," she added as an obvious afterthought.

"Yes, yes it is," Eva nodded. "It is so wonderful we have friends like Lee here to help us."

"Well, I'm sure Lee will do whatever it takes to find Angelo and bring him back home to you," said Amanda. She wanted desperately to see any sign in Eva's expression that she was honestly worried about her husband, but at the moment, all her focus appeared to be on picking out an outfit.

"Yes, I'm sure he will," said Eva absently, holding up a turtleneck in front of her and assessing herself in the mirror.

"I'll leave you to get dressed," said Amanda quietly.

"I would love some coffee if you are going back to the kitchen," said Eva over her shoulder. "That man with the glasses looks like he might bore me to death with his questions."

"No problem," sighed Amanda.

Both men looked up when she walked back in, breaking off their conversation.

"Mrs. Spinelli will be right with you, Efraim," she announced. "Lee, can I talk to you, please? Outside?

"Yeah, sure," he answered cautiously, following her to the back door. He glanced at Efraim who met his gaze with a shrug suggesting he didn't know what she wanted either.

Once outside, Amanda walked across the grass and stared down at the pile of leaves Angelo had raked up the day before.

"What's up?" asked Lee.

"I was straightening up in the bedroom just now," she began. "And something Efraim said was bothering me and I… well, I don't think Eva is being entirely truthful with us."

Lee straightened up, ready to defend her. "Look, we've already established you don't like her, so whatever little woman's intuition thing you're out to spout off is just going to make you sound worse than her."

"Maybe," agreed Amanda, trying to control her expression. "But don't you think it's odd that she showed up with a full wardrobe?"

"A full wardrobe?" Lee stared at her in bemusement. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"She said she came her as soon as she escaped from prison," said Amanda, doggedly. "But she came with more than just the shirt on her back and she has a half-used lipstick."

"You've lost me," said Lee.

"Lipsticks last a long time," explained Amanda. "Even if you use them every day, it takes a few months for them to wear down to halfway."

"So?"

"So she says she's only just escaped. Did she have it in prison with her?" she asked with clear skepticism.

"Maybe one of the people who helped her escape gave it to her," suggested Lee. "Come on, Amanda – that's what you dragged me out here to tell me?"

"No, I asked you out here to tell you that she has a gun," she replied and watched his eyes widen. "I was putting away the laundry and it's hidden at the back of her drawers. I thought you should know."

"Well, that could be Angelo's," Lee blustered.

"It could be, but it was in her drawer," said Amanda. "Right next to the half-used up bottle of bath beads," she added.

Lee scowled at her implication and crossed his arms. "So you're adding two and two and getting what?"

"I just think it's possible she's not being completely honest about when she got away," Amanda explained. "To me, it looks like maybe she got away a while ago. Maybe she was trying to start a new life and then heard Angelo had escaped too. She must have known we'd give him asylum here and that she'd be better off with him here than hiding out in Europe on her own."

"You really think she's that cold-hearted?" asked Lee in disbelief. "You dislike her that much after one day?"

"I think she doesn't seem that upset that her husband is missing," she shot back. "And yet yesterday, Francine said she drove them crazy with wanting to see him." She crossed her arms and gave a half-shrug. "I just find it all very odd. And don't you think it's very coincidental that she showed up almost immediately after Angelo?"

"Okay, Nancy Drew, you can put away your magnifying glass now," said Lee. "And you can quit trying to knit all those little bits together into something suspicious. So what if there's a coincidence or two? How often have we had a coincidence lead us to the right answer or into the middle of a case? It happens."

"Well, I just thought you should know about the gun anyway." Amanda hunched her shoulders and headed back inside. "You know I don't like them."

"Oh, believe me, I know," said Lee under his breath.

Eva and Efraim looked up from their seats at the kitchen table as Lee and Amanda walked back inside. Eva looked annoyed at the sight of them together, and Amanda tried to hide her satisfaction at that.

"Good timing," said Efraim, standing up. "Mrs. Spinelli has given me a list of names of people Angelo might contact: professors, publishers and whatnot. I'll head back to the office and get people working on checking in with them."

"And we'll go look around the area," said Lee. "Maybe Eva will be able to think of somewhere he might have gone. You can stay here in case he comes back, can't you, Amanda?"

She pasted a smile on. "Yes, of course."

Lee smiled with relief. "Let's go, Eva."