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Chapter 12: A Call

Disclaimer: Don't own anything of Veronica Mars and I'm not profiting off this.

Previously: Veronica is recovering from traumatic loss of Logan by leaning on Weevil.

I see Logan laughing and smiling. He's walking down the hallway with Duncan. He sees me and waves. He turns to Duncan to hear something Duncan is saying and … Oh God. The back of his head is missing.

I gasp awake and gag at the renewed mental image of Logan in his final state. I use the bathroom and return to my room and sit at my desk. I glare at my bed as though it is responsible for the nightmares plaguing me. I give my bed a final glance before sighing and deciding to give up on getting more sleep. "Story of my life," I mutter to myself as I open my laptop to its comforting electronic glow.

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I've been up for a few hours when the phone rings. It's a lawyer's office.

"What is this about?" I ask.

"Logan Echolls was a client of ours. Generally, we read the will after the funeral, but his case is a little unusual. It would be best if you come over to our offices. Can you come this afternoon?"

"I suppose I can do that," I respond. I guess Logan left me something in his will. Who knew he planned ahead? Huh.

* * *

I decide to bring my dad to the lawyer's office, since I didn't think it was exactly appropriate to bring Weevil. Usually, I don't mind pissing people off, but death is a pretty serious thing. And anyway a lawyer's office wouldn't be Eli's idea of a good time either.

My dad and I were barely seated in the reception area before Logan's lawyer came and got us. The lawyer brought us back into her office, we all sat down, and the lawyer began to explain. "So, as I mentioned, it's a little unusual to read the Last Will and Testament at this stage, but I believe that's what Logan would have preferred."

"Shouldn't Trina be here for this?" Dad asks.

The lawyer shook her head and continued, "We can update her on the particulars, but most of the information pertains to Ms. Mars."

"Veronica is fine," I say.

The lawyer nods her head regally in acknowledgment. "I can read to you all the legalese of the will, but the bottom line is that while Logan left Trina some money. The bulk of his estate will come to you. And with the recent loss of his mother, his estate is far more than one might expect of a man his age."

Oh. I sit back in my chair. Silently processing. I guess it makes sense. His mom is dead. Dad is standing trial for killing his girlfriend. Sister is a wanna-be he was never close to. But wow. It just never occurred to me.

"I guess I should plan a funeral for him then," I comment. Dad holds my hand and gives me a small smile.