This one doesn't have a lot of new conflict and confusion -- makes me feel like I've failed if haven't caused at least one headache per chapter -- but does offer up some good old-fashioned information dissemination and resolution. Part 19, enjoy!

“Masters, Robin. Born in 1974 in Miami, Florida. Made living as a female illusionist illusionist, performing a magic act in drag. This lasted until 1995 when a publishing house became interested in his crime novels and he became an overnight sensation. He now resides on the island of Maui in Hawaii on an estate he has modeled after the one that housed the character Thomas Magnum from the popular, 'Magnum P.I.' television show. The estate in the program was owned by a novelist named Robin Masters,” read Sheila from the back of the book.
“So, you think he's the same one?” asked Matt.
“This is funny,” she said, completely not paying attention, “The bio keeps saying 'he' and 'his' but the picture on the back is him as a girl. Wow. I wish that I looked as good.”
“Detective Duquesnes?” prompted Matt.
“Hmm? Oh. Sorry. Um, the police out there are getting a DNA sample for us, we should have it FedEx by morning. I'm sorry, I just... I don't think I'll ever understand some of these guys that dress up like girls. I mean, I know what transsexuals get out of it... they're girls in their brains. I know what transvestites get out of it... er... off of it. But these guys that just like to dress in women's clothing? I like how it feels, yeah, but gimme something that's not tight and no heels,” she rambled on, “I was a Psych major in college, and actually wanted to be a therapist for the Transsexual Community. But I could never wrap my noggin around the garden-variety crossdresser.”
Jeff sat grinning. Not only wasn't Ugg his father, but his real father might be some famous author. Then the big dumb detective ruined his mood again.
“So,” he said, “you're really a girl.” This guy had a knack for saying just enough to truly piss off whoever he was talking to at the time.
Jeff looked over at Matt and Sheila talking and interrupted, “Excuse me, Detective, but is it true what I've heard, that sometimes, if you're accused of something but you were provoked, you don't go to jail for it?”
Sheila and Matt both darted glances to Kerry — who was oblivious — and then she sighed and answered the kid, “Yes, technically. But —“ and that was all she got out.
She didn't see exactly what Jeff did, but it involved moving quickly and a flurry of feet, and now her partner was on the floor in the fetal position crying. Whimpering, “What'd I do this time?”
Coughing to hide her laugh, she helped him to his feet, “We'd best be going, folks, Yakko needs to be getting back to the Water Tower.”