Author's note: Have you figured it out yet? No, I'm not telling! Read on!

Roger pulled the Range Rover into a parking space in Little Italy at seven-fifteen. They piled out of the car, all feeling uncomfortable in semi-formal wear. Firefly had coaxed Mark into wearing a tie, and he'd agreed, on the condition that Roger wore one too. Roger had agreed, and was now regretting it. It was painfully embaressing. Firefly herself had chosen a red chiffon beauty, in style but not overly immodest.

A silver car pulled up a moment later, and Firefly nodded to Roger. "He's here." The door opened, and out stepped Firefly's father.

Roger bit his lip and motioned to Mark. "We'll wait inside," he muttered to Firefly. She nodded.

A few minutes later, Firefly led her father to the table. "Dad, I'd like you to meet Mark. And I believe you already know Roger."

Roger was giving Firefly's father a dirty look. "You really think I'm stupid, don't you, Dad?" He practically spit the last word out.

Jeremiah looked surprised. "Why, Roger, I have no idea what you mean."

Roger raised an eyebrow. "Suddenly, I'm not so sure you saved Mimi last night. How do I know you didn't attack her?"

"Roger…"

"Don't." Roger glared, but he wasn't the only one. Firefly was giving him a dirty look too. "So, Dad," she began. "You wanna tell me the truth?"

"Sweetie, look…"

"No. I want answers."

"Roger, Firefly, let me explain. You two are brother and sister. Your mother didn't want either of you to know."

"Liar!" Roger glared. "It just so happens, Dad, that I spoke to the officer in charge of the Grey/Davis case-you know, what we talked about last night-and he referred me to the lawyer in charge of Charlene's will. I'd thought it was kind of odd that she left only half her assets to me, so I was looking into it. I found out that she'd filed a case about sixteen years ago with the police. A kidnapping case. Funny thing was, she wasn't the one doing the kidnapping. I looked at the case. The unsolved kidnapping of her one year old daughter. I didn't see the coincidence until I looked at the name of her daughter-my sister, whom I knew nothing of. Tell me, Jeremiah. How many girls do you know named Firefly?"

"Well, I…"

"So, I kept digging. Turns out, you were the only suspect. Charlene's story claimed that you said you were taking the child to the zoo. She never saw you again. They closed the case after two years. That's when Charlene started using drugs again. She tried to give it up, for me. She left me a note in her will, saying that she always wanted what was best for me, but it didn't always happen. I spoke to Joanne-the lawyer in charge of the will, and incidentally one of my friends-and she informed me that with proper evidentiary support, the case could be reopened."

"You can't prove anything! Yes, I did it, but I knew Charlene better then you ever would have. She wouldn't have been a good mother to Firefly. It was too late for you, but I could save her."

Firefly glared. "You asshole. And those 'lessons' you always gave me?"

"Those were for your own good. I couldn't send you into the sexual world unprepared."

Roger glared. "You fucking piece of shit. I hope you enjoy jail." He held up a tape recorder. "I believe this will be substantial evidence for a jury. As for an arrest…." He looked around. "The police heard everything, thanks to an old friend of mine."

"You son of a bitch!" Jeremiah was furious. "I wish I had killed your precious girlfriend last night. Now, I'll have to kill you."

The police swarmed. "Jeremiah Davis, you are hereby under arrest. One count kidnapping, one count sexual abuse, and one count attempted murder. You have the right to remain silent…"

Jeremiah continued to scream over the police. "I'll fucking kill you!"

Roger rolled his eyes. "Tell me something I haven't heard before."

As the police dragged his father out, Roger looked over to the corner of the restaurant. The Man gave him a slight nod, before leaving. Roger smiled slightly. "Thanks, buddy. We're even."