Note: Sorry it has been so long since my last update. I've been trying to figure out the direction I want the story to go in. I think I've decided.
Chapter Thirteen
"Umm, yeah Sheriff Lamb, the keys are kinda lost in the wreckage type-thing," Veronica answers a little bit slurred from her semi-consciousness.
"Great, just great," I mutter.
I should never have listened to Veronica. I've lost my cell-phone, my gun, and my dignity.
"Don't you have a hidden key somewhere?" I ask her.
"Dog," she answers.
"Dog?" What the fuck, kind of answer is that? Then I see the cement dog and try to lift it.
"Christ," I complain, "this dog is heavy." It is then that I notice the small hole in its side big enough for a key. I slide my finger inside to retrieve it, and am able to get us inside.
I lie Veronica down on the couch and go to retrieve a glass of water. All of a sudden a series of rapid fire surround the apartment and I dive on top of Veronica. I fall on top of her as she falls to the floor. I slowly push her towards her bathroom and lock the door. I push the window open and I look down at the fifteen stories we are likely to fall.
"There's fire escape to your right," she whispers.
I get us out just in time as the bad guys bust open the bathroom door and watch us crawl down the fire escape.
"We're screwed," I whisper to myself. "We're totally screwed."
I think we're okay until I hear his voice.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my two favourite people in the world: Veronica Mars and Sheriff Lamb. Escaping, together. How fucking cute!"
He grabs my arm. "I only need you now, pretty boy."
Liam's strong and he shoves me into his car; the one that is revving its engine just waiting for something juicy to happen.
"What about her?" Asked by one of Liam's lackeys, nodding towards Veronica.
"Leave her."