They both stared hard at the bullet hole, breathing heavily. At last, Clark said, "Someone just tried to kill you."
She pushed him off of her, so she could stand up and take a closer look at the bullet hole.
"Is there anyone that you know of who might want to kill you?" he asked, standing up too.
"Let me see only a about a 1000 people I've helped to bring to justice and probably a 1000 more who just don't like me. You know very well I tend to make more enemies than friends."
"What about recently?"
She shook her head, "No, not recently. We've been too busy with wedding plans. How do you know they weren't trying to kill you too?"
"I don't know. We'd better report this, and we certainly can't stay in here."
Lois sighed. "This is turning out to be some honeymoon."
"It's not over yet," he said, wrapping an arm around her.
A few minutes later the room was swarming with cops and a couple of hotel security guards. Lois and Clark were occasionally asked questions. They were assured that whoever shot at them was outside and long gone by now and that the hotel was perfectly safe.
Glen, returning to his room, noticed the commotion. The investigation was over and the cops and guards were starting to leave.
"What's going on here?" he asked Lois and Clark.
"Nothing," Lois replied.
Glen noticed the bullet hole. "That doesn't look like nothing to me. It looks like someone tried to shoot you. You two have to stay in my suite."
Clark and Lois' eyes widened. This really wasn't the way they wanted to spend their wedding night, the way anyone would want to spend their wedding night.
"That's generous but—" Lois started to say.
"We accept," Clark finished.
"Good," Glen said. "Bring your stuff over and maybe you can get some rest," he said, going over to his room.
Lois whispered angrily, "What's the matter with you? You could have flown us somewhere else."
"I want to. Believe me, you have no idea how much I want to, but someone just tried to kill you. We can't leave until he or she has been caught, but maybe you should go back to Met—"
"In your dreams, Smallville. If we can't have a honeymoon yet, we're at least going to work on this together."
"I thought you might say that. Let's go take Glen up on his hospitality."
"How do we know it wasn't Glen who took a shot at us? He wants that Duchess place. We might be walking into a trap."
"Glen is a lot of things, but I don't think murderer is one of them. Look on the bright side. Our hotel bill is going to be free now."
"Yippy," she said sarcastically.
"I'm a light sleeper. I'll know if he gets up and roams during the night. We'll be perfectly safe."
"If you say so," she said going out into the hall.
Glen had left the door cracked for them by sticking a hanger in the doorway. They went in and Glen was on his knees with his hands wrapped around his throat. He was a bright red and there was a sharp, shrill sound as he tried to take a breath.
"Oh my gosh, he's choking!" Lois cried.
Glen was able to point toward a bottle of water.
"He's been poisoned," Clark said. He ran into the bathroom and used one of the plastic cups provided by the hotel to fill with water. He helped Glen to drink it, which Clark knew was difficult for him as he x-rayed his throat and saw that it had began to swell shut, but it wasn't impossible.
Lois had called poison control and told them what was happening and what Clark was doing. The poison control center told them they were doing the right thing and to take him to the emergency room immediately and bring along the bottle.
Clark and Lois waited to see how Glen was. He was released from the hospital after a little while. He had swallowed sulfuric acid but luckily he hadn't swallowed a lot and the water had helped nullify the poison. There was no permanent damage. He was given antibiotics, and he was able to return to the hotel that night.
Glen was still shaken up as they took a taxi back to the hotel. He was pale and not his usual jolly self. At last, he spoke in a quaky voice, "I believe someone is trying to kill all 3 of us."
Clark and Lois looked at each other but didn't say anything. They were going to have to stick close to Glen until this would-be murderer was caught.
