Lester and I drove to Trenton to the Ann Klein center where "Alice Peterson" had been held for some amount of time after her sister's death.

"Before we go in, I need you to know something." Lester told me.

"Okay."

"There's a very high chance that they won't release any information about Alice Peterson. It's part of a patient confidentiality promise. If they can't release any information to us, we're going to get it ourselves."

"How are we going to do that?"

"I have this little, unnoticeable drive that I can put into their computer. The only problem is, I'll need you to play along and some how cause a distraction if that happens."

"What's the plan?"

"Okay, so when we go in, I want you to be the one who is talking and trying to get all the information. Hopefully, I'll be able to just connect to a front desk computer without any one noticing. If there's a receptionist, I want you to find a way to get them away from the computer. Claim to need help finding a contact, demand to see their manager, something."

"And if there are multiple people around?"

"Then we'll think of something else."

We arrived and the building was made of bricks, a discrete sign revealing the building for what it really was. We went inside to see that it looked almost identical to a hospital. White walls and tile floors, signs giving directions everywhere, and a desk at the front of the building.

Lester and I approached the desk and a young, small woman looked up at us through wary eyes. She looked like she was terrified of us, or well, lets face it. She was terrified of Lester.

"Can-can I help you?" She squeaked.

"I was hoping you could tell me if someone is staying here. Alice Peterson."

"Let me see. Uh, no. Alice Peterson…isn't here anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, unless you're family, I cannot tell you anymore."

"What? We were best friends! You really can't tell me anything? What is with this? My best friend in the world disappeared, and no one wants to help! You know, you only release information to family and a spouse. Do you know how frustrating that is?! Friendships aren't legally recognized. Sure, wife beating husbands are recognized, but not friendships."

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry. I wish I could tell you more, but it's policy."

We were alone in the reception area. I saw someone walking around behind automatic sliding glass doors, but no one else had entered the reception area.

"Oh fine. Can you at least show me to the bathroom? After an hour of being in the car, I need to freshen up."

"I guess." She glanced in terror at Lester as he moved to sit at one of the chairs lining the wall of the room.

She lead me passed the glass doors and down a short hallway to the bathroom. I went inside and washed my hands, and went back out to see that she was waiting for me. I gave her a fake angry-suspicious look and followed her back to the desk, where Lester hadn't moved an inch from the position he had been in the chair when we left.

"Come on. I guess we should just go home." I told him.

"Thank you for all your help, don't mind my sister, she's a little overdramatic." Lester said to the receptionist.

We went outside and got into the SUV.

"Well, did you succeed?" I asked him.

"Check and mate." He told me. He pulled the laptop out of the backseat and opened it on the consol.

"Stephanie, lets trade seats. You drive and I'm going to hack their system."

"Sounds evil."

"And illegal."

"Well, as long as we're breaking the rules, might as well do it all the way."

Lester and I switched seats and I drove back to the office while he worked on the laptop. As I drove, I realized that it was getting dark. I played through the events of the day and still couldn't understand where all the time went.

I pulled into the drive through at McDonalds and looked at the menu.

"Lester, what do you want?" I asked as I pulled up, decided on a chicken sandwich meal with super-sized fries.

"I don't really eat fast food-"

"Lester, what do you want?"

"Number one?"

I ordered our food, drove up to the second window and paid, got our food, and drove around the building to the parking lot. I parked and opened the bag. Lester and I ate our McDonalds while he continued to hack the system.

By the time we got back to the office, the food was gone and the hacking was complete. Lester had made his way into the system, and it was a matter of finding the right file. Apparently, the company kept their files well hidden, even in their own system.

We got into the elevator from the garage and rode up to his apartment. Again, I was holding the laptop to my body, as closely and tightly as I could. Lester had uncovered the section of the system that we needed from our new friends at Ann Klein. All of our files and folders were between the screen and keyboard of the laptop, as well.

The elevator door opened. Ranger and Tank were standing there, facing Lester and I, waiting.

"Hey guys." I squeaked, pulling my arms around the laptop even more.

"You've been holding onto that laptop pretty tight for the passed few days." Tank put his arm on the frame of the elevator, to stop the door from closing.

"Uh, we…watch a lot of porn?" I squeaked.

"Why is that the first place your mind always goes?" Lester whispered.

"I don't know!" I whispered back, ferociously.

"You two have some explaining to do. Willingly, or by force." Ranger said, raising his eyebrows at me.

Lester and I looked at each other, and knew it was time to come clean.

I sighed and moved aside, allowing Tank and Ranger to enter the elevator. We rode up to the control room and Lester led the way to the conference room. The monitors were being watched by Cal and Hal again.

We all entered the conference room, and Lester looked around the room as I locked the door behind Tank and Ranger.

"What are you doing?" Ranger asked Lester.

"Checking for bugs."

We all sat and I put the laptop on the table and opened it, and took out the folder.

"Ranger, when you hired Brittany, did you see her or take an application?"

"No, I pretty much hired her over the phone."

"When you saw her, does she look any different now than she did when you two dated?"

"A little, but she got hurt in a security job and needed face reconstruction to repair the damage."

"Ranger, we know that you know about the money. We're not dishing until you do."

"How do you-"

"Just answer. We know you set her up for the hundred thousand."

"Okay. Fine. We knew it was her. Someone new shows up and suddenly, money goes missing. Not a hard question to answer. We figured that she was doing it to frame you. So we set her up to do it, and she did it again. With you out of the picture, we don't know why she did it. And the money didn't go into your account, either."

"I'll ask about that later, you just let her take your money?" I asked, leaning over the table.

"We took all the real money out of the account and replaced it with counterfeit money."

"How did you get counterfeit money?"

"Illegally."

I rolled my eyes.

"Wait wait wait." I said, the words he said before finally sinking in. "You knew she framed me and you still put me through hell?"

"Stephanie-"

"No, did you know that she was the one who put up the pictures, too?"

"Stephanie!" Ranger almost yelled. "Of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Then why the hell didn't you-did you-you knew! You knew and you dumped me? You listened to her and- Ranger, I can't even wrap my head around this!"

"Hey, stop it!" Lester yelled. "You're my best friend and I don't want to see you hurt over this right now, and you're my boss and I don't want to have to beat you up. So lets just get down to fucking business!"

Ranger and I adjusted ourselves in our seats and got back to business. I pulled some papers out of the folder and showed them to Ranger.

"Brittany Peterson died in 2005, at the suspected hands of her twin sister, Alice. If you see, this is a picture of Brittany, this is Alice, and this is the woman working for us now."

Ranger was still for a long time. He looked through all of the papers and read everything.

"Are you sure she's dead?"

"We're meeting with Morelli tomorrow to see what he could dig up."

"Stephanie." He said lightly, not looking at me.

"Ranger."

"We're just going to leave." Lester and Tank got up and left the room, closing the door behind them. Ranger reached over and locked the door.

"What happened to us?" I asked, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around myself.

"Do you want the entire story?"

"Yes, Ranger, I want the story."

"Ever since the money showed up in your account, and even just when it went missing, I knew it was her, and I thought I knew her game. I thought that she just wanted me and wanted you out of the picture. There's more to it than I first thought."

"You can say that again."

"Stephanie, I can't do this right now. I need to figure out everything with Brittany. Or Alice."

"You need to figure this out? After all of the work that all of us have done on this, you're the one who needs to figure it out? Are you planning on continuing this all alone, without Lester or I, because if that's the case, I'll just take all of this back," I told him, I told him, sliding the folder to my side of the table and into my arms.

"Stephanie." He looked at me, the blank face on.

"No, Ranger. We have put too much work in this for you to just take over from here. Lester is still trying to get into the Ann Klein system. If you want to continue all of this, we're in it together. Those are the only conditions, aren't they fair?"

He was silent for a long time, but there was no way I was going to back down. Either Lester and I were included, or he wasn't going to get any of our research.

He finally looked back at me. He looked defeated.

"Fine."

"I'll get Lester and Tank." I said as I stood.

WIN!