They quickly sat up. Luckily, they hadn't reached any state of undress. They smoothed their wrinkled clothes and tried to look casual.

Glen's mouth was wide open. "I was just, uh, coming to check on—what are you two doing?" He looked a little sick. "Actually I know what you're doing. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to walk out of here and pretend like I never saw this."

Clark and Lois looked at each other embarrassedly, after he slammed the door behind him.

"How are we going to explain our way out of this?" Clark asked.

"Incest?" she suggested.

"That's disgusting."

"I think he already believes that. Have you ever thought about who Adam and Eve's kids had to marry?" she asked. "We come from a long line of incest. At least that's how it works on Earth. I don't know about Krypton."

"Okay, stop. Let's be serious. What are we going to do? Are we going to tell him the truth?"

"Either way we go isn't good. Either he thinks we're doing something disgusting and illegal or we tell him we're really newlywed reporters, who lied about our identities to investigate him."

"You know what I think?" Clark asked. "I think Glen's not as bad a guy as we thought. We have no evidence to the contrary, just rumors. I think we should tell him."

"He'll be mad we lied to him, but maybe you're right. Glen's life is in danger too. We have to stick with him. Do you think people are after us and Glen is due to association or do you think it's a business thing?"

"I honestly think it has to do with Duchess Cosmetics. I think after we talk to Glen, we should talk to Katherine and George and see if they've been getting attacked too."

"I'll call Chloe and have her pull up what she can about Duchess Cosmetics."

After she made the call, they went in search of Glen. They found him back at the restaurant.

"Can we talk to you for a minute?" Clark asked.

"No," Glen replied immediately.

"It'll only take a minute," Lois said. "I think you'll be satisfied with the explanation."

He didn't look like he believed them, but he followed them out of the restaurant.

"We should talk upstairs for privacy," Clark said.

Glen shook his head. "The lobby's not that crowded. Say what you've got to say."

"We're not really siblings," Lois said, getting straight to the point.

He looked at them suspiciously. "Look, I get it. You're in love or something, and it's not socially acceptable, so you have a secret relationship. I don't understand it. I get sick at the thought of it but whatever floats your boat. I just want to pretend I don't know about it. I thank you both for saving my life. I'm sure we'll run into each other occasionally, but I can't keep company with you. I'd also recommend some counseling."

"There's a killer on the loose; you have to keep company with us," Clark said.

Glen started to take off.

"Hold your horses," Lois said. She pulled Clark's wallet out of his back pocket. "We're not really Brian and LeAnn." She handed Glen his license. "He's Clark Kent and I'm Lois Lane. Well, actually I'm Lois Lane-Kent now."

Glen looked at the license confused. "So you're not—then how—," and suddenly his eyes filled with recognition. "You're reporters. I thought the names sounded familiar. So why did you come to my party and why did you follow me to Niagara Falls?"

"We were investigating you," Lois said.

"Only we didn't find anything. There are a lot of false rumors going around about you. We found out you go to church every Sunday, that you're involved in a lot of charities, and that you were nice enough to let us stay in your room when you thought it was just us in danger. We're very sorry for being dishonest, and we want to find out who is behind these attempts on our lives. Are we still on good terms?"

Glen took a little bit to think about it and then he smiled, "Of course. I know those rumors well. The rumors that say I have unethical business practices and a different woman in my bed every night. I have always dealt fairly and stayed within the law, and I've never been with a woman other than my wife, who passed away a few years back. They're started by people who are jealous of my success."

"We know that now," Lois said. "We haven't been able to dig up so much as an unpaid parking ticket."

He chuckled and then asked, "So you went to all the trouble of following me to Niagara Falls? What did you hope to gain?"

Clark blushed, "Um…uh…"

"We're actually on our honeymoon," Lois said. "It was just a coincidence."

"You mean you've been married for a day now and you haven't—well, of course you haven't," he laughed. "You keep getting interrupted."

"We'll have our honeymoon just as soon as this person gets caught," Lois said.

"And I set you up on dates," he said. "I'm probably 50 percent of your problem."

"I wouldn't say that, sir," Clark said. "In fact, you helped us by setting us up. We think it has something to do with Duchess Cosmetics and our 'dates' may be getting attacked too. We'd better go talk to Katherine and George before they leave."

Glen pointed with alarm, "They just did!"

Clark and Lois ran after them to catch up, but they were in their car, driving away.

Clark and Lois hadn't brought a car.

"I'm going to follow them," Clark said. "I have my cell phone. I'll call you when I see where they get to. I'm just going to be asking them some questions."

Lois wasn't thrilled about it, but she agreed. She sat down on the garden wall and awaited his phone call.

He finally did call. "Lois," he said weakly. "I need your help."

Lois got scared. "Clark, where are you?"

"I'm at Duchess Cosmetics. It's on—"

The line was suddenly cut off. She didn't have any time to waste.