Keith Mars glanced at the clock in the small kitchen of the small apartment that he shared with his only daughter Veronica. It was an indeterminate time since he had returned home after the call from his friend Cliff McCormack, Logan Echolls was missing and he had been looking for advice on how to locate his young client. His daughter's ex-boyfriend and the son of the man who had tried to kill her. He'd gone to his office to find his GPS locater but it was missing from the packaging, and there had been clear evidence that Veronica and Wallace had been in the office.

Running a hand over his head he felt confusion, frustration and anger too. There were times that he truly felt like he had failed as a parent. The last two years of his beautiful daughter's life had been love, pain, heartache, and tragedy.

He really wished that his daughter could just break free from whatever force enthralled his child to That Boy.

Both teens were flawed and slightly dysfunctional recognising the damage in each other after the death of Lilly Kane and they were drawn to each other in a way that scared him. Two very broken young adults brought together by undeniable chemistry that forged an unbreakable bond culminating in the arrest of Aaron Echolls, but their relationship was doomed from the start, it was tough-to-hold-on-to, they were so young.

Aaron Echolls… Some men are born with a black heart and a tainted soul.

Discussing Logan with his daughter was a sensitive subject, ever since the night he'd thrown the boy from their apartment, she had refused to discuss him or the issues again, Keith couldn't understand their dynamic and what had happened with both of them.

The boy worried him, he wasn't going to lie. He was unable to control his impulses and he lashed out on anyone around him, even though he'd witnessed that he was occasional very sweet with his daughter. Every time the two of their gazes crossed it was like there was an invisible thread linking them together and it really irked Keith.

It was the look in his eyes when he glanced at Veronica that raised the heckles on the back of his neck... It always said the same thing… MINE…

Keith didn't know Veronica's thought's on it, did they find each other healing? She was insistent that he was innocent of the murder of his classmate. He could be incredibly likable but there was no escaping that he was deeply damaged driven by his personal demons.

It wasn't the most well thought out romance…

There was so much about her he didn't know anymore, she'd become guarded since the death of her friend, her life mission had been driven from pure revenge to get justice. He'd barely been able to be around for her since starting his business and losing his job as Sheriff, his wife's disappearance had put Mars family life into a tailspin.

He'd fired Veronica so that she could try and reclaim some kind of normalcy, especially after her investigation had almost resulted in her death. Rubbing his temples he mentally drafted a serious father daughter discussion he was planning to have with her about this dark, gritty and dysfunctional teenage love story of hers. Keith was back in that black hole of guilt.

Was Logan trying to run? Oh God… was she helping him?

"Veronica, Honey, call Home… just checking in to see where you are" he sighed before hanging up again.

Dealing with raising a teenage daughter sometimes felt a lot like watching an episode of a TV show without knowing what was actually going on. She was almost obsessed with him despite his animosity and he was a total stalker creeper that fired up every fatherly instinct in him. Keith had heard reports during his time as Sheriff from Lilly Kane's classmates about his jealous rages, his possessiveness. He could understand the boy more than he wanted to, Veronica haunted his dreams, his thoughts, his heart, but the possessive tendencies Logan had concerned him the most.

He received a text message from Alicia, her son Wallace had returned home, but Veronica wasn't with him. Glancing around the Private Investigations office, he tried to think of how many tricks of the trade his brilliant daughter could have been passing onto the Fugitive Mr Echolls, and without the GPS tracker, he had no way to look for her.

What are you doing Veronica?