Should I really be surprised? After all, Gory did promise Logan was going to die. That's a threat on wellbeing if I ever saw one. Besides the infamous beat down in the cafeteria, how are the three connected? Would Gory really follow his patriarch's fine example and actually commit a horrible murder, stashing the body at some mystery cabin on the water?

Confused and fumbling for answers, I look up "Sorokin" on Google. L.T. Vandergraff comes up among the numerous results. Bingo. Apparently Gory's murderous father works in marketing for L.T.'s architectural firm. A mere coincidence? I think not.

Clicking through the website, I end up in a photo gallery detailing last year's annual Vandergraff Barbeque. As predicted, there's a photo of Troy and Gory thoroughly enjoying some assuredly delicious barbeque ribs.

Although it's doubtful Gory brutally murdered his childhood friend and blamed it on Logan, it's worth a look.

Breathing deeply as I knock on Gory's door, I try to remind myself that it's all for the greater good. I remember the wave of nausea came over me the last time I'd paid him a visit. Please wear actual clothes this time?

Gory answers and looks me up and down. "So, Ver-on-ica. Heard your boy-toy's in the slammer, here to move onto bigger and better things?" He asks suggestively and I inwardly shudder.

"It just gets so lonely, Gory. I don't know what to say." I meekly reply, putting off a desperate vibe.

"Why don't you come on in? We can share a cocktail or two…maybe talk about it?" Reluctantly, I enter and sit down in his desk chair. Once the door's slammed, Gory squints his eyes suspiciously. "What's this really about? Huh, Mars?"

"Oh, you know, just wanted to give my condolences." I say flippantly.

"Condolences? What for? Being a merciless bitch?"

"No, actually, Gorya. For your buddy Troy, you know, the one that got murdered?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't know that kid." Gory replies slickly.

"Funny, I was under the assumption you did. Besides the fact that your father and his father work together, you two socialized at last year's Vandergraff Barbeque."

"You don't know what you're talking about." He crosses his arm confidently as he paces.

Giving him an all-knowing look, I reply harshly "Actually, Gory, I know a lot more than you think." Or I will. As he's continually pacing, I slip a bug conspicuously into the back corner of his desk.

Among even more disgusting things is my long overdue visit to the new sheriff. I'm claiming to be doing a story for the Hearst Free Press, but somehow I'm sure Vinnie'll see through that.

Spinning in his desk chair, I wait for him to enter.

"Who let you in?" He sneers.

"That'd be, uh, Sacks. You know the deputy up front?" I smirk and get up, leaving the seat empty for him.

"Remind me to fire him." He pauses "Not that I mind a little chat, Veronica, I just need some better security. Laser beams, the lot, you know… So, is this friendly visit really for the newspaper or for your beau?"

"Hm. Both, actually."

"Shoot."

"What evidence do you have to prove this is a murder and not instead a kidnapping? According to the case report, there wasn't a body found on the premises."

"The massive amount of blood at the scene and the presence of a gun indeed qualifies this as a murder investigation."

"But, Sheriff, apparently there weren't any open wounds on the suspect…is there a possibility that he could've been framed?"

"We're looking into all possibilities. But for the time being, the blood has been identified as Mr. Echolls'."

"Off the record now: Vinnie, do you honestly believe Logan did it? It seems like a serious frame job."

"We're just following evidence, Veronica. Simple as that." He pauses "Also, it's been brought to our attention that the two had an altercation outside a local bar prior to the time of death. Logan's got motive."

I blush and he looks at me intently "Now what do you know?"

"Troy hit on me and I told Logan. I also told him not to be stupid, not to take it too far. He swore to me he wouldn't. God help me, but I believe him." I reply gently as I force eye contact "I've known him since I was twelve years old, Vinnie. He's no murderer."

After a true heart-to-heart with Vinnie, I go on back to see Logan.

"Hello, my lady love."

I pull up a chair outside the bars. "Talked to the sheriff and my dad about it, Logan, they've got you on some pretty solid evidence."

"Yeah, Cliff told me…" He shakes his head. "Some blood I didn't even shed and a gun that somehow had my fingerprints all over it. I didn't even go up to that dorm room."

"That's what's got me confused… when I saw you, you didn't have any open wounds." I pause and an idea comes to me "Did you give blood this summer?"

He frowns and ponders the question "Yeah, Trina was doing some charity thing at the hospital and I gave some for the 'Be the Miracle' campaign." He rolls his eyes.

"When was this?"

"Uh, first week in June, I think. Trina conned me into it. Publicity crap, you know."

I nod knowingly. We all knew how Trina Echolls could be.

I look it up online and get a contact number.

"Hello, can I speak to Roberta Redden?" I put on a smooth, snobby voice.

"This is she. How may I help you?" The woman on the other side of the line asks curtly.

"Ms. Redden, this is Crystal Montclaire. I heard about the success you had with 'Be the Miracle' earlier this year, and I was just wondering if you had a faculty list? I'd like to do something similar myself."

"And a faculty list would help you how?" Suspicion laces her voice. Smart woman.

"I'd like a few personal perspectives so I can better lay out my own event. Is that too much trouble?" I add a slightly southern twang.

"Fine. Could I email it to you? I'm already on my office computer. I have the list in a Word document."

"Alright. That sounds fine. My email is have it to you shortly, Ms. Montclaire." With a curt reply, she hangs up.

A few minutes later, I get a reminder that I have mail. A full list is present in an attachment.

Only one name out of the whole bunch seems significant. Domonick Desante. Interesting.

After an hour of digging, I come up with this information: Domonick's at Hearst on a scholarship that requires him to do a certain amount of community service. He made the choice to volunteer at the hospital and draw blood on the very day Logan came in to donate. My guess is he somehow pocketed the blood he'd taken from Logan and given it to his buddy Gory. Talk about nastiness.

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