Chapter 2
"That's just too much of a coincidence," Clark says at last.
"I know," leaning forward in his chair. "I have to wonder if this were some kind of message to you, Clark."
He furrows his eyebrows in puzzlement. "That doesn't make any sense. Why would somebody kill Lana? What purpose would that serve anyway?"
"Why does anybody do anything?" Oliver remarks; his trademark smirk on his face as he sits back in his chair.
"True," he concedes. "We still need to figure it out."
"No, Clark," Oliver replies. "You can't be involved in this investigation."
Clark stares at him with surprise. "Why not?"
"Because you are a person of interest and I can't share any additional information with you until it's been established that you had nothing to do with her murder."
"That's ridiculous!" standing up and slamming his fist on the table; causing it to break in two.
Oliver stands up and looks ruefully at the now shattered table. "You really need to control yourself, Boy Scout."
"I hate that nickname," a scowl on Clark's face.
"Well I hate it when you call me Green Bean," Oliver retorts.
"I know that," a smug expression on his face.
Lex comes into the room when he hears the noise and stares at the broken table. "Another one, Clark?" shaking his head. "How many is that anyway? Eight I believe?" quirking an eyebrow.
"It's actually ten," Oliver replies. "So where is Pete?" he asks.
"He's being questioned right now by DiNozzo," he replies. "So are you two finished yet?"
"For the time being," Oliver says; turning to Clark. "You can go now, but I may need to talk to you some more so don't leave town."
"Well it's about time," abruptly leaving the room.
Oliver turns to Lex. "You know - if I thought it would hurt, I'd smack him on the back of the head and try to knock some sense into him."
"Doesn't Lois do that to him already?"
"She does," he replies, "But I think it's just foreplay with them."
"That's true," glancing down at his watch. "I have a meeting in a few minutes. Who else do you have to interview today?"
"I was going to interview Pete, but you already took care of that," his eyes narrowing.
"That's the beauty of being the Captain," his lower lip curving into a smirk as he leaves the room.
Oliver glances at his own watch as he's walking out of the room. Looks like I could actually go home early for a change, a smile on his face as he makes his way over to the parking lot and straddles his motorcycle.
Lois' car
"Damn traffic," Lois mutters under her breath. "We'll never get to the police station at this rate," pressing her hand hard on the horn.
"That won't get us there any sooner," Jimmy remarks as he checks the pictures in his camera. He happens to look up. "Isn't that Clark standing over there?"
They both look up to see Clark standing on the corner with a frown on his face. "What's with the frown, Smallville?" she calls out to him.
He looks up at the sound of her voice. "I missed the concert - that's what!" his arms folded against his chest.
"Awe," she says in a soothing tone. "There will be other concerts," smiling at him.
"This is The Time Machine Tour. There won't be another one like it," snapping at her, then super-speeding away.
"I wish I could do that," Jimmy says with a sigh.
"If I could pick one of his abilities, I think it would be the ability to fly," Lois remarks as the car continues to inch forward.
A few minutes later...
Oliver is weaving his way through the traffic coming out of the arena when he sees a BMW R1100GS motorcycle coming from the vicinity of the private parking lot. The guys head turns and see's Oliver on his Harley. They nod at each other and the guy disappears down the street. Oliver continues on his way until he reaches his building and parks his bike, then walks through the lobby and makes his way to the private elevator for the penthouse suite. Once the elevator reaches its destination, he steps out and makes his way over to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.
"Is that you?" a voice calling out from the kitchen.
"Believe it or not," he quips. "I actually got to leave early," looking up to see his wife of one year coming out of the kitchen. "I thought you were still in South America," greeting her with a kiss.
"The three of us got the job done faster than we thought," kissing him back. "So what's going on here?" she asks as he pours another drink and hands it to her.
"You won't believe it," sitting down on the couch as she sits down next to him. "Lana Lang is dead."
Her jaw drops at the news. "She's what?"
"Stabbed right in the heart with a blue kryptonite knife."
"I don't believe it!" laying back against the couch and staring at him. "How did Clark take it?"
"Hard to say," taking a sip of his drink. "He seemed more concerned about the fact that he was going to miss the Rush concert. I think it'll hit him later, though."
"You're probably right," agreeing with him.
They sit there for a few moments, then he breaks the silence. "This is going to sound crazy, but I could have sworn I saw the lead drummer take off on his motorcycle."
"How would you know it was him anyway? He would have had a helmet on?" looking at him quizzically.
"I don't know for sure," he admits. "He came out of the private parking lot at the arena and was riding a BMW R1100GS motorcycle - which is the kind he rides. Just don't tell Clark because it would probably just piss him off."
"Scouts honor," a grin on her face as she finishes her drink and places it on the table.
"You were never a girl scout," putting down his drink next to hers.
"So what are you going to do. Punish me?" her eyes twinkling.
"You better believe it," sweeping her into his arms. "I'm going to punish you until you start singing," a smirk on his face as he carries her into their bedroom.
At the same time...
The man enters the small apartment on the outskirts of town. He has a very satisfied smirk on his face as he locks the door and kicks off his shoes. I think I got his attention - don't you?" he says to the figure tied to a chair with a gag in their mouth...
TO BE CONTINUED...
