Frank held his hands in the air and slowly turned to see Fenton staring down the sights of his handgun. Fenton's pistol hit the floor at the time as his jaw.

"Frank?" Fenton croaked. His eyes grew watery, and he rushed across the room to grab Frank in a tight embrace. They hugged for what seemed like an hour to Frank before Fenton released him and took a step back.

"Wha-what happened?" Fenton asked, clearly on the verge of shock. He staggered over to a bed and sat down.

"Well, it's a long story," Frank said before giving Fenton a quick summary.

"I can't believe it," Fenton said, shaking his head.

"What have you been up to? It's not like you to be at the hotel during the day," Frank said, trying to rush past his father's emotions.

"I was looking over what Callie found last night."

"Callie?" Frank asked. "What's she doing here?"

"Joe and Callie are both here," Fenton paused for a second, a strange look on his face. "Uh, they're both here investigating your murder."

"That's nice," Vanessa piped up. "What have they found so far?"

Fenton caught them up to speed on the investigation. "Now that we have a fourth company, I'm looking to see if there's any link between them."

"Let's get to work," Frank said.

"Do you think Callie would mind if I slipped next door and borrowed some of her clothes?" Vanessa asked.

Fenton opened a desk drawer and tossed her a room key. "I don't think she'll mind."

Vanessa left, and the two began scouring the paperwork for clues.

"Do I want to know why Vanessa was dressed like that?" Fenton asked.

"I needed to get the room number," Frank responded.

Fenton glared at Frank. "The old fluster the clerk trick. You weren't going to tell me you were alive. Do you have any idea what you put your mother and I through? And Joe?"

"I told you, with the Assassins involved I thought it would be a good to lay low."

Fenton grunted. "Phooey. You just like to be undercover."

Frank folded his arms. "Do you remember Kenya?"

Fenton looked sheepish. "Touché. I'm beginning to wonder if I should be worried."

"Why should me liking undercover work worry you?"

Fenton smirked. "Not that. I wonder if I should be worried that my sons like to dress each other's girlfriends up as escorts."

"What?!"

"He's got a heart condition? That's a pretty good reason for retiring." Joe said as he finished his third snack-size bag of chips. "And he's suspicious of Andrew. I trust him."

"I don't think he was suspicious of Andrew," Callie retorted.

"That's right, defend your date," Joe frowned.

"Jealousy isn't a good look on you," Callie sighed. "Joe, we need to talk about what happened."

Joe folded his arms. "What happened?"

Callie poked him in the chest. "You know what I'm talking about. I have never been so embarrassed."

"You're cute when you're so red," Joe leered, catching her hand.

Callie looked up at him and, before she knew what was happening, they were kissing again. With no one to interrupt them, the kiss was longer this time, but it also began to feel weird after a few seconds. They both pulled away and wiped their mouths.

"You felt it too?" Joe asked.

Callie nodded.

"Don't get me wrong, you are attractive, and I do care about you." Joe said haltingly. "It's just - I never had a sister, but I imagine this is what kissing her would feel like."

Callie giggled.

"What's so funny?" Joe asked.

"For the first time in my life, I think I agree with you."

Joe playfully shoved her as they packed up their trash to head back to work. Joe sniffed.

"Did you change perfume?"

"No, but I put lotion on. Why?"

"You smell like my mom."

"These two have agents for service of process that are located right next to each other," Vanessa said, pointing to two pieces of paper. "They look like they're on the same street."

"What's that?" Frank said.

"Every business entity has to appoint an agent for service of process so people know how to serve them with a lawsuit," Fenton explained. "It's a matter of public record. Good catch Vanessa."

Vanessa smiled at the compliment. "Mom has a couple of different LLCs that use the same agent. That's why I checked."

"We should go check this out," Frank said.

"I agree," Fenton responded, "but I have to meet with Señor Gray at 3." Fenton checked his watch. "That's in fifteen minutes. I need to update him on what you just told me."

"We can handle it," Vanessa said.

"Be careful," Fenton warned. "I don't want to have to explain to either of your mothers how we lost you, for real this time."

Frank peered around the corner at the corner at the security guard.

"Don't you think that's a little bit odd?" Frank whispered.

"Not really, he seems like the type that would have a face tattoo," Vanessa replied as they crouched down next to the dumpster.

Frank rolled his eyes. "Not the tattoo; the fact that the security guard has a gun. Typically rent-a-cops don't wear those, especially in office buildings."

Vanessa gestured at the squalid and decrepit buildings across the street. "This isn't exactly the nicest part of town."

"That's another thing that's weird. This is the strangest looking office I've ever seen. Absolutely no windows."

Frank and Vanessa were hiding on the backside of a squat one-story concrete building as they scoped out the area.

"Low overhead maybe?" Vanessa guessed. "Being a glorified post-office box isn't exactly lucrative. What's the next step? Hide out here all day? Or is this the part where I have to impersonate a sewer inspector or something."

"You and Joe belong together. Always complaining at my great ideas. And no, not a sewer inspector. I have a better idea."

"I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," Joe mockingly imitated Callie's voice to himself as he mowed through his second bowl of microwave popcorn while watching ESPN. He hadn't liked how dismissive she'd been when he told her to be careful before leaving on her date with Mills. He also didn't like how little she had been wearing.

Joe switched to an impersonation of Mills. "I'm an attorney. I never smile. I date high-schoolers." His voice for Mills was even higher than his voice for Callie.

Joe heard a knock pattern his dad had taught him on the hotel door and muted the game.

"Lose your key again Dad? Where you been?" Joe asked as he strode to the door. He opened it to find Frank's face two feet away. Joe threw himself forward in a flying tackle and took Frank to the floor. Joe raised his right fist for a mighty haymaker to knock Frank unconscious.