Lorenzo was positive that, though only one side was completely vocal, both girls were planning something. Based on what was not said, he assumed that Sofie's plan would be much more devious, extremely dangerous, and as sinister a plan as a fifteen year old girl could devise.
Looking at the Alcazar twins, most people couldn't tell them apart. Both girls had searched their family's genes until they found bright sunshine hair that hung. Usually, their hair hung straight over their shoulders, but this day, the locks fell in waving tendrils. Both had the same big eyes and wide smile. One was smaller than the other, but not by much, just a slender build to one where the other was more filled out. The major physical difference between them was that, being mirror twins, one was right-handed and the other was left-handed. Even armed with that knowledge, however, most would be unable to tell them apart just by looking into their smiling faces. The true differences in them laid much deeper.
People looking into the situation would say that they each took after a parent. One was always loud and forthcoming with everything. She never let her thoughts stay hidden for too long, especially if she were passionate over something. The other laid in wait, watching and listening, until it was her time to strike. However, their father knew that, as much like Carly as one may have been, the true measure of her attitude was her uncle, Luis. Watching his daughters brought back memories of his childhood for Lorenzo, whether it be switching places with his twin or getting into trouble because Luis was so vocal. They may have been a duplicate of Carly and Lorenzo, but deep down, they were carbon copies of Luis and Lorenzo.
Sage Alcazar was the louder of the two. She felt everything very deeply, and was without the necessary inner catch that stopped her from sharing how she was feeling with anyone, at any given time. The only thing that saved most of her devious plans from failure was the fact that she managed to hold herself in check long enough to tell her ideas only to her brother or sister, as opposed to screaming it out for the world. However, angry as she was at the current time, she couldn't hold back from telling everyone in General Hospital that there was hell to pay for the injuries upon her father and Jason.
Sofie Alcazar, on the other hand, liked to let things sit and marinate. She didn't exactly brood, but she was internal. She felt things just as strongly as her sister, but she didn't feel the need to share her thoughts with others. When they were alone, she would take Sage aside and tell her what had been going on in her mind. At the same time, she would fix the minor quirks in her sister's plans to make it the perfect plot. As stood beside her sister in the hospital, she waited for the proper time because as sure as there would be hell to pay, there was no need to tell everyone right that very minute.
"Sage, would you please stop?" Sofie sighed. "I'm sure there's all sorts of things that you'd like to do, but these people don't need to hear about it."
"Oh yes, they do!" Sage stomped her foot and crossed her arms. She fixed her lips in a harsh purse. "What are the police doing, huh? They're bugging Sam with questions, as though she knows. They're bugging Dad with questions, as though he'd tell them anything."
"And we are doing nothing because there is nothing that we can do." Sofie stared at her sisters with hard eyes. Her nose twitched, and it was enough for Sage to know that they would, indeed, do something. But that something would be later, after they had talked about it. "Now, I really think we should be thinking of Dad right now."
Sage nodded, then turned her head to look around the hospital corridor. "Where's Mom?"
Sofie shrugged. "With Jason. She sent Sam to get something to eat. I'm pretty sure she's trying to talk him into telling her something so she can do the same thing you wanna do."
Sage sighed. "Probably. I mean, she is on the crazy side, and…" She shrugged. "Well, we'll just have to pump out our own information, won't we?"
They both turned towards their father and Lorenzo looked up at them. His cell phone was pressed to his ear, and the conversation had all been one-sided. He sat there, nodding with occasional grunts thrown in, while the person on the other end told him what had been discovered. It was all as had been expected, and as soon as he spoke with Jason, Lorenzo would be making a call to his brother in Central America to see if he came up with anything different.
At the moment, though, calls to Luis would have to wait. In a soft voice, he said, "Keep searching. If you get anything else, call me." Lorenzo hung up and leaned back against his chair. He groaned at the ache in his shoulder, then his eyes narrowed. His daughters were walking towards him and there was no mistaking the look in their eyes. They were up to something, and the idea of their plotting made him grin. They would be very successful in the business world some day… as long as he could keep them out of jail because of their schemes when they were young.
"Have my girls come to finally dote on me?" Lorenzo smirked. "I may not have been hurt as bad as Jason, but I think I deserve a little time with my girls, don't you think?"
"Oh, Daddy." Sofie smiled innocently, batting her eyelashes. She sat down on his left and leaned on his shoulder. "We love you. We just wanted to make sure you got your business finished. We'd hate to interfere."
"Uh huh."
Sofie smiled wider, then sighed as Sage said, "You're so horrible, you know that?" She looked down at her brand name jeans, then to the floor, and growled. "You took the side you can actually lean on and now I gotta sit on the floor."
"Nobody said you had to sit on the floor. You should have just sat down before I did. Is it my fault that I'm the smarter one?"
"You're the evil one, not the smarter one."
"Evil, smarter… it's all the same difference, Sage."
"It is when you're evil."
Lorenzo held back his laughter. They'd gone far too long without an argument. It was only right that they would eventually start at each other. "Sit down, Sage. There's nothing wrong with my lap, mija."
Sage stuck her tongue out at Sofie, then grinned brightly. She curled up in the chair, then rested her head against his lap. Lorenzo looked down at Sage, then to his left at Sofie. He knew they were both worried. Their anger covered the fear that they hid deep down. They had been through police harassment and various arrests, but they had been too young to remember the last time that Lorenzo was shot. That time, it was he who laid in the hospital instead of Jason, and they had been under two years old. This time, he wasn't hurt nearly as bad, but they would always remember it. They would know the danger, and he hated that fear within them.
"I want the both of you to listen to me. I'm going to be fine. Jason's fine. This is just a little setback."
"I hardly think you can call this a little setback, Dad."
"Though it doesn't happen very often, Sage has a point."
"And you can shut up."
"You first."
"Girls!" He chuckled a small laugh. "Trust me, this is just a little setback, and it's one that you've got to let me handle. And believe me, I'm sure Jason is telling your mother the same thing. So, if you thought you'd come pump me for information, it's not happening. Now, why don't you two get ready to head back to the penthouse, huh? You've got school tomorrow."
"But… Sofie said we could probably get out of school, because of the trauma, and all."
"And you don't want us to be traumatized, do you, Dad?"
Lorenzo rolled his eyes. "You're going to school. So, go get your mother so we can go home." The girls continued to protest, but they did get up. Each kissed him on the cheek, then walked away sulking. Lorenzo watched them go away, and he knew that nothing had been settled. He made a mental note to talk to Michael and ask him to keep an eye on his sisters. They could very well end themselves up in jail this time, and that was not the place he wanted them to be.
