After the other team finished their food at the restaurant, they went back to Joanna's apartment. Again, the four of them had to pretend that they belonged there. This time, they were confident in where they were going, so it was a whole lot easier for all of them to do what they were supposed to do.

The four of them reached the elevator and got in, chatting about what was happening. "So, do you think it really was her?" Amanda asked.

"I'd assume so. She matched the description. For her sake, though, I hope not," Todd answered.

The elevator reached the right floor and they walked out, proceeding straight to the end of the hall. They stopped about thirty feet away from the door, however, and stood there, staring at the door.

Joanna's door stood wide open, nobody in sight.

Harper paused, then walked into the apartment. "Joanna?" she called. Nothing responded. She walked around the apartment, looking around. She wasn't there. There didn't seem to be any evidence of a struggle. No blood on the floor, nothing like that.

"She's not here. Call the police," she called back to her friends.

Amanda pulled out her phone, ready to dial 911.

"I just hope that you didn't contaminate the crime scene too much," Curtis commented. "If we get blamed, I'm blaming you."

"I guess that's fair," Harper replied, then looked over at the door. Something was caught in the door, something silvery. She reached down and picked it up. It was a piece of torn fabric. "Maybe this belonged to the guy who took her."

She carried it out of the apartment, but then froze. She had been observing it, holding it in front of her. However, as she held it in front of Todd's black shirt, she could see behind him. "What the hell?"

"What happened?" Amanda asked her.

"I think...I think I found part of the invisibility cloak. Todd, stay there, but Curt and Amanda, come here." Harper motioned to the others, who did as they were told. Then she demonstrated what she had seen.

"I think we have some evidence..." Curtis commented, grinning at her.

"Maybe we can use this to get the police to investigate the lab, and that will save Nate, Joanna, and Oliver," Amanda theorized.

"One can only hope. It seems to only work on black clothing though. Weird," Harper stated.

"That must be the prototype, right?" Todd commented. "Does it cover my skin?"

"Doesn't seem to. Maybe the guy under it wears all black, including on his face, to make sure it works," Amanda mused.

"I don't know. Let's just bring this back to the people who might know what to do," Harper told everybody. "But, really. Call the police."

Amanda nodded and did so, and they waited in silence for the arrival of the police. They crossed their fingers that they'd find out everything they needed.

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The next day, Stella was no longer sick. This meant that both Louisa and Farah were on the hook to come back to work. No more faked sick days for Louisa or for Farah. They had to show up at this point. But, maybe they'd be able to find out the newest piece of information: Stella's tie to Oliver Archer.

At around 9:30 in the morning, Farah was getting a cup of coffee from the breakroom. At the same time, Louisa entered and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. They shared a glance, then looked around to make sure they were alone before they decided to speak. "Do you want to talk to her?" Farah asked.

"If she knows something, we need to know," Louisa replied. "Do you think it's a good time to ask now, or should we wait?"

"Now's probably as good a time as any. I glanced at her schedule. No meetings for the next hour, so we'd have plenty of time if she's got good information," Farah explained.

"Then let's do it. You're coming with, right?" Louisa asked.

"I'm not going to make you do this alone. Besides, working in pairs on these investigations, it's not a bad idea," Farah admitted.

"See, I would have thought you'd prefer to work alone on things like that," Louisa mused, opening the water bottle to take a sip.

"Depends. But for an interview, why not?" Farah gave her a smile. "Come on," she said and the two of them walked out of the breakroom with their drinks in hand.

They made their way through the office, having a quiet conversation before they stopped outside of Stella's office. The door was closed, but they could hear Stella typing away on her laptop. Because they could hear it, they both got the idea that she was angry. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe they should wait. Louisa even voiced this idea, but Farah shook her head. "The sooner we get the information, the sooner we can get your brother back," she explained.

Louisa took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Excuse me, Ms. Clermont? Can we speak to you, please?" she called through the door.

The clicking of the keys abruptly stopped, but no voice came. At least not at first. Then, Stella's voice rang out loud and clear. "Yes, of course, Louisa. Please, come in," she replied. Farah and Louisa shared a look, then entered the room together. They looked over at Stella, who obviously was a little confused by this whole thing. "So, uh, what exactly can I do for you?" Stella asked them.

"We need to know what your relationship is with Oliver Archer," Farah replied, standing with her arms crossed, looking down at Stella as the older woman sat at her desk.

"What brought this up? And why would you need to know anything about my personal life?" Stella was shocked, and clearly a bit annoyed at this intrusion. She leaned back in her large swivel chair, crossing her arms in response.

"Well, because he's missing, and apparently he talked to you quite frequently prior to his disappearance. We're doing this to help you. We want to try and rule you out as an accomplice, but we need your cooperation," Louisa replied, standing her ground beside Farah.

"Rule me out as an accomplice? What? Are you investigating his disappearance or something? Why in the world...you're not qualified to be an investigator." Stella shook her head. She wasn't trying to be rude, she just didn't understand any of this.

"Well, I am. And Louisa here is just as qualified in her own right," Farah answered. "We're part of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency. Look up the Patrick and Lydia Spring cases. I was a part of that. And if Louisa had been there, she would have been a valuable part of the investigation. This time, she definitely is. So please, just answer our questions."

Stella sighed and ran a hand through her onyx waves before speaking up. "Alright, fine. Oliver...he and I are lovers." Farah and Louisa had looks of shock on their face, and apparently that didn't surprise Stella whatsoever. She was expecting it, and continued to speak. "Yeah, I know. Unexpected. But yeah. We met about three years ago, and whenever he's in town, we're together as much as possible," she admitted.

The two girls shared a look, and didn't speak at first. Then Farah managed to get her bearings and speak. "What about your tie to Lyttleton Industries?" she asked.

"Now how do you know anything about that? Were you snooping around my office?" Stella asked, her arms returning to their crossed position under her chest.

"We weren't. Dirk was, but we weren't," Louisa admitted, shrugging.

Stella shot Louisa a glare, then took a deep breath. "Alright, fine. So, what do you want to know that you don't already?"

"We want to know why you stopped donating to them, for starters." Louisa decided to move and take a seat in one of the chairs in front of Stella's desk. Farah followed, and the two sat down together.

"I see. Well...I used to be a big supporter of their work. They were doing so much for medical research. They were studying rare diseases, like Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease and pararibulitis, and trying to find cures. They were developing some new, incredible technologies. Of course I would want to be a part of that. But...then I can't really explain it. Ty--Dr. Lyttleton, I mean--was struggling, and kind of going crazy. His daughter was close to death, and he was freaking out, wanting to do whatever he could. But once she died, he really lost it, and I just couldn't watch a man fall apart. I took away my donations, and I don't really know what happened after that."

"Well, if we know what we think we know, he's using all that technology for some really bad things. He's probably gone crazier," Louisa theorized.

"Explain?" Stella looked across her desk at her intern with an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Well, it's a long story, and the lab seems to be the root of all the problems. Do you know what Oliver's tie is to the laboratory too?" Farah inquired, sitting proud and tall, the epitome of confidence.

Stella sighed. "Well, you two have a lot of questions, now, don't you?"

"We're curious, and we want to get this thing figured out, or as much as we can figure out. So, do you know what he has to do with the lab, or do we need to move on to the last question?" Louisa asked.

"If I answer, will you answer a question for me?" Stella asked in response.

"We'll answer your questions once you answer all of ours. I think that seems fair," Louisa stated.

"Alright, fine. Oliver's tie to Lyttleton? Well, he was planning on investing, partnering, whatever he wanted to call it. He wanted to give money he didn't have. He was actually planning on borrowing some money, paying it back once he got some more from his agency. But, around the same time I stopped, he decided against it as well. But, he had already told Ty he was going to. So, it probably made Ty a little miffed. That's all I know." Stella shrugged.

"Okay, and one last thing. What do you know about the band "Hard Knock Life"?

Stella looked them both dead in the eye, Louisa first, then Farah. "Absolutely nothing," she replied, and both girls believed her completely. "Alright, is that all? May I ask some questions now?"

Louisa and Farah shared a look, checking with each other on whether or not the other was ready. When they both nodded, Farah turned her head back towards Stella and said, "Yeah, go ahead."

"Why are you so interested in this case anyway?" Stella asked, looking at both of her employees expectantly.

"Well, for me, it was because I thought it was a case that Dirk could handle. I heard about the murder around the same time you heard about the robbery, and the disappearance soon followed," Farah replied, shrugging a bit.

"Wait, what? What are you talking about? Murder?" Stella asked.

"It's connected. It's all connected," Louisa stated.

"It can't all be connected," Stella stated.

"Try us. We didn't believe it at first, but we know it now. Each of the three crimes are connected in interesting ways. One of them is through my family, so," Louisa stated. "I'm tied to you, my brother to the murder, and my sister to the disappearance. It's all connected. It'll take way too long to explain it all, but it's connected." She gave Stella a smile, which was returned with even more confusion. "Any more questions?"

Stella looked at them silently, then shook her head. "No, I think I'm done. Please, leave my office. Get back to work on what I'm actually paying you to do, not this hobby in the detective agency. As soon as you clock out, go ahead and start again," she ordered them, and the two girls nodded. "Great. Now, good day."

Farah and Louisa got up and walked to the door in silence, then turned around. "Thank you for your help," Louisa told Stella before they opened the door and left the office. Now, to put this new knowledge to good use.