After jimmying the lock on Room 205, Veronica peeked around the room. This was the third night she was watching Logan, each time in the same room, each time with the same outcome: nothing. So what was he up to?

Nothing seemed particularly interesting about the room. It had two adjacent rooms, one connected by the vent. Unscrewing the metal plate, Veronica found merely dust. At closer scrutiny, it looked as if "205" had been written in permanent marker. A message? A date? A time? Or just Logan trying to remember the number of his room?

Veronica briefly considered leaving a bug in the room... but realized that Logan's moans if some girl finally did show would not be something she'd want to listen to.

She unplugged the phone jack from the wall and sneaked off to the desk. Logan wasn't to arrive for another 30 minutes, so she had enough time.

"Hello sir. My son and I checked in on Tuesday for a little sightseeing, but now I'm afraid he's had a little accident. This is the third time he's clogged the darned toilet, see, and he just got so frustrated he hit one of the pipes! I do hope you can fix it..." Veronica batted her eyelashes at the chubby boy working the night shift.

"Shit," he mumbled, running off to grab his tools from the supply closet.

"Precisely!" she called after him, taking his seat at the computer. Logan Echolls... He isn't dumb enough to go by his real name... Ah. Tuesday, Mr. Vernon Marks. So Vernon, how long have you been staying here? Since... she scrolled along ...February 5. 205? Interesting. Any hints on what you've been doing for the last month? Just asking for an extra pillow each time...

Veronica drove to the strip mall a few blocks down. Logan would notice her car just sitting across the street. Sipping her slurpee, she pulled up just as Logan was unlocking the door. Alone.

He hadn't left much in his yellow Range Rover. An old Coke cup, a few papers that were clearly homework from his Economics class, and a CD sat on his back seat. Nothing to go on.

After Logan had received his pillow, Veronica dialed the Camelot's front desk.

"Hello, I need to speak to Logan Echolls. This is one of his lawyers. It's urgent." Veronica donned a stern, slightly masculine tone. Obviously, the chubby man had seen Tinseltown Dairies often enough to recognize Logan. Who couldn't?

"Uh, okay, I'll put you through... Umm... Shit, I'm sorry, just a minute." And the jack and stayed unplugged. Veronica watched as Chubby knocked on 205. Logan looked around for a minute before following the man, and Veronica promptly walked over to the room.

No pot in any of the pillows. "Yes, Mr. Echolls? I have some questions about your inheritance... Have you been intending to donate $4000 to save wildlife? It seems that someone had put that money aside for you."

Not much had changed in the room. His book bag sat at the foot of the bed, and he had been doing homework. Changed into a good boy, have we?

"No, I haven't... I don't remember asking anyone to put aside that kind of money." Veronica paused momentarily. It's kind of nice hearing his voice again.

"Ah. And... that $10,000 to Aaron's Kidz, is that to continue at that amount? Mr. Stans seems to think that you reduced it to $5000." No new additions to the vent.

"Yes. Charlie asked me to reduce it three weeks ago." Damn I'm good.

An empty jewel case sat on the dresser. Since when do motels require you to bring your own porn?

Turning on the television, Veronica saw herself and Lilly in their homecoming dresses. Paused, the DVD pictured the two young girls laughing. Feeling a tear well up, Veronica quickly turned off the TV and ran to her car.

"Um, thank you Mr. Echolls. That will be all."

Is he still pining over Lilly?