Weevil and Lilly.
Her head pounded, their names cycling through her over and over. Just the other day she learned of their relationship through a bug planted in Rebecca James' counselling office. Until her government class last period, she hadn't had time to really contemplate the news.
Weevil and Lilly. She never told me.
Veronica made her way towards Wallace, who was sitting straight and casually observing the crowds near his empty table.
The cops knew. They questioned him. It wasn't in dad's files.
"Hey, girl. You okay?"
Those letters are in his school records. How else could Ms. James have access?
"Veronica?"
She snapped to attention. Wallace was watching her patiently, his forehead scrunched with worry.
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. I need a favor."
"Of course you do."
"I need Weevil's permanent record."
"Weevil? Again?" Wallace was surprised by how mundane this illegal task had become for him, "And how many times am I gonna steal Weevil's files for you? You want me to find his birth certificate, too?"
"Oh please. I had you photocopy his attendance records. Once. Ease up, partner." She cracked open her drink and smirked across the table. Wallace always came through.
The photocopier in the main office was constantly within earshot of someone during the school day. Which is why Veronica preferred to use the one in the file room. The machine was slower, but the place was dark and unorganized. It was the type of place staff avoided. She made quick work duplicating the letters Weevil had written to Lilly and placed the originals roughly back in the folder, but didn't close it.
Veronica knew that Weevil was a suspect now. It was why she had asked for his record. Logic included him in the ever growing pile of people who knew more about the death of Lilly Kane than she had first assumed. There was long list of rumors about him that put this crime only slightly out of his normal activity range as a gang leader. The emotional side of Veronica screamed that he couldn't possibly be a killer.
Weevil had good intentions under the bad boy act, and he'd become a friend. Veronica couldn't put her finger on when, but he had warmed to her and she reciprocated. He had been by her side. How he described himself to Lilly in the letters was exactly how she saw him. Always there, just out of sight until she needed him.
I trust him.
Veronica blinked, surprised, and looked back down at the open folder.
The people you love let you down.
"Better safe than sorry."
She tried to make light of the situation, but her expression was grim. With determined ease, she pressed the first of many, many pages down onto the scanner.
I wonder if she called him Eli.
