"The Napoleon watch, as it is known, is extremely valuable. Legend has it that his mother, who died when he was extremely young, gave it to Former President Alexander Luthor."

"For years, President Luthor always wore the relic, but then, mysteriously the watch was replaced by an expensive but non descriptive one. Rumors have swirled about the switch, ranging from robbery to President Luthor burying it in his ancestral home in Smallville, Kansas."

"Smallville?" A redheaded woman interrupted.

"Yeah. According to this book and others, Luthor kept a castle in that town. Why is there a castle in a small town in Kansas, I don't know. Rich people are weird anyway." Answered Alan, the young man reading the biography. "I wonder if the watch is really buried there."

Moira, the redhead writer, responded. "And I bet that is the next thing we are doing, right? Go to Smallville and excavate the castle's floors. Seriously, your obsession with all things Luthor borders on ridiculous. And besides, who cares about that watch anyway?"

"Because. Imagine if someone, anyone gets that watch. That is one piece of history, right there."

"Yeah, I can imagine the press, the adulation, the book offers, the money that would be offered to the person who finds it. Isn't what this is all about?" Moira responded sarcastically.

Bob, a shabbily dressed man refuted, "Nothing wrong with any of that. We need to get something out of all the years of hard work trying to uncover the Luthor mistery. My question is, Alan, why haven't we gone to Smallville before? It is pretty well known that Luthor spent several years there. Correct me if I'm wrong, but going to Smalltown should've been the first thing to do when you started this crazy crusade."

"My dear comrade," Alan spoke "First of all, it's Smallville, and second, it was just a comment. But one that should be explored. And yes, I should've started this whole thing by visiting what I am sure is a charming little town. But hey! I never said I had this planned out. Besides, I also found out something." Alan finished with a flourish.

"For the love of…. Don't try to be coy and tell us what you supposedly uncover." Bob said with a tired tone.

"Mr. Clark Kent is currently residing in Smallville. Imagine if we decided to visit and do some digging, literal and figuratively speaking. Having the chance to talk with the journalist that made Luthor's life hell and that also happens to reside in a place where his "enemy" used to live. I mean, the possibilities are endless! But I guess a road trip is out of the question."

With mouths agape, Moira and Bob just kept on looking at Alan's smirking face.

"You rotten bastard!" Moira finally exploded. "That whole tap and dance just to drop that bomb! Of course we are going to Kansas! Maybe now this book won't totally suck. And yes, maybe will find that watch, since I know that is what interests you. But can you imagine! Us, poor deluded starving writers, meeting with a Pulitzer prize winner. And Superman old confidante!" Moira finished excitingly.

"I feel used. Dirty and used. I should've known." Bob kept on shaking his head sadly.

"So, it is settled then? Should we book the next buggy out to Smallville?" Alan asked, a smirk playing on his lips.