Mac was tapping her fingers impatiently on Sheriff Lamb's desk. I groaned in despair, having never liked the odorous office before. But since big brother had taken over, the place was now filled with coffee fumes and disgusting stains of a questionable nature. I took the seat behind the broad, oak desk and waited. The clock on the wall announced the time. It was 10:24am.

The door opened, and Lamb seemed almost shocked at mine and Mac's presence. He shook his head, quickly recovering. "I thought we agreed 10:30?" he questioned, setting down his coffee and cream donut. I fought the urge to barf. "Oooh, five minutes early. Big deal." Mac quipped sarcastically. She opened up her MacBook, wiped her brow, then began typing away furiously.

"So, what do you have?" I asked, hoping to clear the tension in the room. Lamb raised an eyebrow and, when I didn't move, preceded to pace the room, clearing his throat.

"First things first Mars. The FBI were at the hospital earlier, questioning Harris-Claude. It seems kidnapping is a federal crime. I, however, told them about the case at hand and they seemed content for you, and the sheriffs department, to carry on. Provided that they stay on in the background, conducting their own investigation."

"The FBI?" Mac asked, briefly looking up from her computer.

"Yes. But, as I mentioned, that's been taken care of. Now, to the juicy bit. I found the shoes."

"You did?" Mac and I gasped simultaneously. Lamb smirked, then continued.

"Or rather, one of my officer's did. They were in a pawn shop, just got their yesterday. Traced them back to some garbage men, who found them whilst they were emptying bins. Records show that part of their work route is Charleston, where Mr Harris-Claude lives. So, someone, it seems, chucked them out. Forensics are with them, but from they told me on the way in this morning, I think we might finally have a reason for you getting involved in the first place."

"Yeah, I was thinking that actually," Mac said, taking a sip of her own coffee. "I mean, why get you involved looking for some shoes, when all she wants is his money?"

"Well," Lamb began, "I have an answer for that. See, the house has been cleaned up, I guess to make everything appear normal. But the shoes contain traces of blood coming from two different sources."

"John's and Heidi's! Of course!" I exclaimed. The puzzle pieces were starting to fit together. "If Evita and Donald wanted to frame Heidi, they knew that she would clean up the house whilst he was locked up, so as not to arise suspicion. But in doing so, they washed away a lot of evidence of their big fight, or that Evita and Donald were even there. But to frame Heidi, they needed the one piece of evidence they hadn't touched, the one piece of evidence Heidi must have thrown away when she saw what she did. The murder weapon. The shoes."

I sat back in wonder, amazed at the situation. If only Heidi hadn't been smart enough to throw the shoes away, Evita would never have called me. John would most likely be dead, with the real Heidi locked behind bars. Heidi Holliday, what a surprise.

"So, what kind of info do you guys have?" Lamb asked, opening the mini fridge beside his disk and pulling at a cold slice of pizza on a paper plate. Gross.

"Well, my man Tony Perreli informed of some... special circumstances, regarding the twins."

"What kind of special circumstances?" He asked, almost bored. I snapped my fingers to wake him, and stop both him and Mac drooling over the cold pizza.

"Evita and Luciana Salamanca, born 21st January 1988 to sixteen year old Spanish immigrant Juliana Salamanca in West Graves, California. Put up for adoption that very day, no one has heard from Juliana ever since. Now, it's not known who the father of the girls are, but rumour has it that the Salamanca's were working for a wealthy Californian family known as the Davidson-Byrd's, who own some kind of automobile empire. That's not important though. What is, is that the family were under threat from Mafia from 1985 till 1990. During this time, they hired ex Säpo member Anders Lindqvist."

"Wait a sec, what exactly is Säpo?" Lamb asked. I turned my head to Mac, who had been refining all the details since three this morning.

"The Swedish Security Service. They have changed the name and details I few times since it first started in about 1918 but the principal remains the same. Their the Swedish version of the CIA." Mac responded, handing back to me. I sighed, tired with all the drama.

"Point is, Lindqvist is the name on Evita's adoption papers. Heidi - or Luciana, as she was known then - was in the neonatal unit due to an infection, and so Lindqvist, probably believing that her days were numbered, took off with only one baby. Heidi got better and was adopted by the Holliday's, a Californian couple who renamed her. So that's Heidi's story. Evita's, however, is a lot more interesting." I paused, and grabbed a bottle of water out my bag. Recounting the events of Heidi and Evita's lives made me... sad. Depressed. Melancholy. They hadn't even had a chance from the beginning, being separated like that. I felt a weight pile on my shoulders, and I knew. I had to tell Logan. Soon. I had to tell that I loved, that I wanted us to move in, get married, and raise children; and keep them safe. Safer than Evita. Safer than Ralph Maccio. Safer than Lilly.

I looked up to see all eyes on me, so I continued. "Tony had trouble with some of the records being kept under lock and key. But, it seems that Lindqvist returned to Sweden and raised Evita there, until 1996, when he and his partner-in-crime Dominik Teller were arrested for manslaughter. They were both released five years later, but by this point Evita had been relocated to the US where Lindqvist's sister was living. Now, the sister, Annika, was a foster parent, and one of the children she fostered after his dad left town was..."

"Donald 'Donny' Wascoe, I presume?" Lamb finished. I nodded.

"This is were they met, fell in love, yada yada yada. Of course, we don't know who suggested what, but at some point, Lindqvist, Teller, Evita or Donny found out about Heidi and set the plan in motion. Mac found Teller's phone number and has traced calls coming from here, in Neptune, during the time Evita was masquerading as Heidi, so we assume that they're all involved." I ended here, not sure where to go next. Lamb took a sip of coffee, then looked straight at me.

"So where is the real Heidi Holliday? And how do we catch Evita and Donny in the act?"

I shrugged my shoulders as the plan formed in my mind. Finally, an idea.

"We bait them."