Keith Mars shook his head. "So when you suggested I use Weevil to track these people down…"

Veronica bit her lip in hopes he would understand. "I was really thought that maybe I could feel him out about Logan's other case."

Keith shook his head. "You're a hustler kid, strait and simple."

She nodded. "I know. It's genetic." She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Alright. I suppose I can take him out again tomorrow and see what comes of it." Keith sighed. "How sure of this are you Veronica?"

"Mac's almost convinced." Veronica shrugged. "I'm still on the fence, or in disbelief… Or something."

Keith nodded. "I understand. It's an 'or something' kind of situation. Poor Eli." Then he smiled.

"What are you smiling for?" Veronica shook her head.

"I was imagining the Echolls Family Thanksgiving 20 years from now." Keith chuckled and loosened his tie. "I bet they'd have great stories!"

"Oh, like how Weevil burnt down Logan's house, or how Logan evicted his own blind… step… grandmother… in-law… Or something."

Keith nodded. "And those are only the stories we know about!"

"Tell me about it!" Thumper shook his astral head in disbelief and several demons chuckled.

Veronica sighed. "Unfortunately… I have no idea how to predict Logan's reaction to this right now."

"He's the one looking. He's most likely going to be the happier of the two. That's almost always the case. I'd be more concerned about Eli… I'm not sure that this information, on it's own, benefits him…" Keith looked lost in thought. "I suppose it's possible… Aaron always did tan nice…" He shrugged.

"Well, Logan and Weevil sure did have their moments, both good and bad." She shrugged hopefully. "Like any family?"

Keith smiled at his daughter – the cynical optimist. "Or something." He told her with a shrug.

Meanwhile, all across Neptune alarm clocks were going off.

People were rising from their beds to their cars and their bike and meeting the trucks that would deliver the morning news.

Passels of papers poured out of trucks to be refolded and hauled through the dark and empty streets of Neptune where they landed with a pitter-patter, like that of falling rain.

One lone figure stopped outside the Mars house.

He was 14, tired and just starting his route. But he took a moment to himself.

He took three long breaths as he stared at Dick's Mazaratti in their driveway.

"Freakin' sweet." He decided at last. "Totally freakin' sweet."

And then he peddled on.

Just then very tiny poodle then ran up, hiked its leg on Dick's tire and peed.

Across town a case opened with a 'click' as the breeze stirred.

The contents gleamed menacingly.

Piece by piece, function was determined by form.

Like all professional tools… this gun was a work of art.

It moved in a fluid mechanical precision as the shell found it's home in the chamber.

Heat vision goggles lowered over a pair of steely eyes.

Muscles tightened and a jaw clenched.

The sniper took aim of the glowing figures below; blissfully unaware, inside the hospital walls.

Leather gloves flexed on the weapon and then… squeezed the trigger.

The bullet made its angry leap from the distant rooftop and across the quad.

It impacted the wall and decimated its way through without delay.

Dick's eyes fluttered open to the sight of smoke settling around the room. People rushed from every direction.

Logan blinked at him through the darkness. "Dude, what the…"

Dick went to move but hurt. A nurse threw open the door and turned on the lights. She was flanked by Lamb's deputies.

"Dude… I…" Dick quivered in his seat. He looked up and met Logan's eyes, cupping his shoulder. "I've been shot!"

Outside the wind blew again but the gun, the assassin and all traces of them were already gone…