Mac and I were sitting at our desk's, drinking herbal tea when my phone bleeped. I looked down at the screen. "Damn it!" I cursed.

"What?" Mac asked

"I just got an email from Logan. He has to cancel our Skype date we had planned for tomorrow. I was going to tell him about the baby!"

"Well damn, now you have another excuse not to tell him!" Mac said sarcastically. I gave her a pointed look.

"I wanted to tell him. I had this speech all prepared in my head, how I know we hadn't been together that long but that I loved him and I knew that this was the best thing to happen to our relationship. It was going to be emotional, though-provoking, it was going to be... well, epic. But now its ruined. Now I'm gonna be a bag of nerves till I next speak to him. And I really don't need that right now, not with this crazy case." I say, putting my phone down on the table.

"Speaking of the case, can we get back to that please? Because things are getting weirder and weirder, and if they get any weirder, I'm going to start drinking vodka instead of tea." Mac said, a hint of humour in her eyes. I laughed.

"Okay, okay, we'll get back to the situation at hand. First things first, have you been able to verify what we've got so far?"

"Yes. I found that picture you were looking for, and Tony faxed the documents over this morning. So, are we going to the, dare I say it, sheriff's department?" she asked. I didn't want to, Lamb had already made an enquiry once John Harris-Claude reappeared. He knew we were investigating, and he wanted in. We had to tell Lamb, and John, the truth. Besides, we might need so heavy lifting doing, and as I pregnant woman, I am more than happy to put Lamb in the firing line. "I suppose so. Though I think it should be you he talks to, he might think I'm lying and we need to get him to the hospital with Mr Harris-Claude."

"Sounds like a plan." Mac said, finishing her tea. I quickly typed a reply to Logan, rescheduling our date, then grabbed my jacket and purse and headed out the door.

We were all sitting comfortably round the bed of John Harris-Claude, who looked much better today. Or, at least, healthier. He is eyes were filled with sorrow.

"Is everybody ready?" I asked, looking around the odd collection of people. Mac and I, of course, were by John's bedside. His doctor was here, to check that the shocking news didn't, I don't know, cause him a some sort of heart attack. Sheriff Lamb, unfortunately, was there, drinking really strong coffee and smirking at Mac, who appeared even more disgusted by him than I was by the coffee smell.

"First things first, Mr Harris-Claude, that wasn't your fiancée who cheated on you."

"It wasn't?" he asked, obviously confused.

"Don't worry, I'm going to explain it all now. It was her twin sister, Evita Salamanca. Now-"

"Hold up, hold up." Mac said, putting her hand in the air. She started clicking around on her laptop and gasped.

"What?" I asked, irritated.

"$100 million was withdrawn from John Harris-Claude's Swiss bank account several days ago." Mac said, running her hands through her hair.

"Several days ago?" I asked.

"Swiss banking is difficult, Veronica. When you asked me to put a tap on his bank accounts, it wasn't easy. I'm just getting the information now." Mac replied worriedly. I turned to face John Harris-Claude, his face ashen. "So, its done." He said, rubbing his hands together.

"What's done?" asked Lamb, finally deciding to be productive instead of looking unconcerned whilst making me nauseous with his coffee. Though, to be honest, he didn't need the coffee to do that.

"The man and the woman. Who kidnapped me. They kept asking for my bank information. I told them no. But then they... they showed me this picture, of Heidi. She was bruised all over, and she was tied up to a wall. They said, If I didn't give them the information, then they'd kill her. So, I... I..." the man started sobbing into his hands. He still loved her, after everything he thought she had done. And he had given the man and woman $100 million. That must have been the morning we found John. Lucky we got there soon, or he'd be dead now.

"Lamb, can you put an APB out on Heidi Holliday? We need to find her!"

"But I though you said she didn't do it?"

"Yes, but Evita Salamanca is pretending to be her sister, which is easy because they're identical twins. No one knows who Evita is. Ergo, you are looking for 'Heidi Holliday." I said, annoyed. What a moron. I turned to Mac. "Can you find out who withdrew the money out? Give them a picture of Heidi Holliday, see if it matches their description."

"Does this mean I get to go to Switzerland?" Mac asked excited.

"No Mac, its not in the budget. Unfortunately, we're not all billionaires." I replied.

"I'm a billionaire." John Harris-Claude offered, weakly.

"For the time being buddy, but you might want to save up, considering $100 million just got taken out of your account." I said. I turned back to Mac. "Have you been tracking Donny Wascoe?". She sighed.

"I would, if he was doing anything. I'm starting to think he's got a card under an assumed name, but, I don't even know where to begin looking for something like that. We have to focus on Heidi Holliday, its the only lead with a paper trail."

Now I was stumped. Until we got some more information of Evita/Heidi, we couldn't do much. We couldn't find the real Heidi. "Excuse, Ms Mars," John Harris-Claude said. I looked up into his sad eyes. "But, if it was this Evita woman who cheated, then where is my Heidi?" he pleaded. I shook my head sadly.

"I wish I knew, Mr Harris-Claude. I do have an idea about what happened though. I think she went away for some reason, and that's why Evita was able to pretend to be her. But she came back early, and that fight you had, with the shoes, was with the real Heidi,"

"Oh my-" he said, bursting into tears.

"Yes, well, I think Evita/Heidi came back and kidnapped both of you, and that's how she got the bruised picture of Heidi to show you." I finished.

"But why would she kidnap the real Heidi?" Mac asked. This part I hadn''t told her yet. Once the money got stolen, however, it all became clear.

"Because she's going to frame her for the crime. And that means she needs her alive."