Logan slammed the car door as hard as he could and tore out of the parking lot of Veronica's apartment. The yellow X-Terra whizzed along the empty streets, heading for the highway that would take him away from Neptune. Away from his family, away from his so called 'friends' away from Veronica and her accusations. At this point, everything was a blur to Logan, though he wasn't sure if that was an affect from his little drinking binge or his heated 'discussion' with Veronica. He turned the radio on, and was met with loud, angry music. It pulsed through the vehicle. This was what he needed. Angry punk rock, the theme songs of his escape from Neptune.
The music came to an end. Logan cursed. Without the loud beat to distract him, his thoughts would wander back to Veronica. And that was dangerous territory, it hurt too much. Now some stupid newscaster was yammering away.
"And in a surprising turn of events this evening, the Sheriffs Department has arrested another party in the murder of Lillian Kane. This evening, millionaire actor Aaron Echolls, was arrested and charged with the murder. The Sheriff is expected to make a statement about the arrest later this evening. Details are still sketchy at the moment, but rumor is Aaron Echolls was having an affair with the under-aged girl."
Logan slammed on the brakes. The car screeched to a halt in the middle of the road. Logan's head spun. He had to have heard wrong. He wasn't paying attention, the announcer was wrong. This couldn't be happening! His father and Lily? Oh God. The radio announcer's voice continued to blare out of the speakers, snapping him back to reality.
"This may have been a factor in the motive for her slaying."
"Lillian Kane's death made headlines throughout the last year after she was found brutally murdered in her home in Neptune. Lily Kane was the only daughter of software billionaire Jake Kane and his wife Celeste. Shortly after her death last year, the Sheriff's Department arrested one Abel Koontz for her murder. He was arrested on an anonymous tip, and is now sitting on death row."
"The events leading up to Mr. Echoll's arrest are as twisted as the crime itself. We have heard reports that is was Veronica Mars, daughter of former sheriff Keith Mars, who discovered the identity of Lily Kane's true killer. When Mr. Echolls learned of Ms. Mars plans to go to the police, he reportedly tried to burn her alive. We have no word on her condition at present time." 'Guess it wasn't bail jumpers after all.' Logan thought.
"We'll be back to cover the Sheriff's press conference within the hour. We now return to our regular music program." The music began blaring again, though Logan hardly noticed.
Logan stared out the window. How could this be happening? Oh God, Lily and his father! The thoughts of them swirled around in his mind. It was just too much for him to handle, yet he couldn't stop thinking about them together. Suddenly the inside of the car seemed too small. He felt closed in, and that overwhelming urge to escape was back. Logan leapt out of the car, once again slamming the door. He looked around, and immediately recognized his surroundings. In his mad dash to escape Neptune he had ended up back on the Coronado Bridge.
--- Logan swayed slightly as he stood on the edge of bridge. He looked down into the vast blue waters. He took another swig from his flask, and glanced back down. As he teetered on the edge, he wondered what his mother had thought as she stood where he was now. It didn't really matter though, did it? She was gone now, and he soon would be too. The water churned below him, both powerful and foreboding. As he continued to sway dangerously close to the edge, he heard a rumble in the distance. He glanced up and saw a group of motorcycles appear on the bridge.
'Great. The weasel's come to give me a shove in the right direction,' he thought.
Logan turned to face Weevil, a look of mocking contempt on his face.
"Seriously, what do you-what do you think you can do to me, huh?" Logan laughed bitterly.
Weevil eyed Logan. He nodded at him, not a bit amused.
"I'll think of something." He spat out menacingly.
Logan turned still balancing on the ledge; he struck a very Matrix like pose and beckoned to Weevil.
"Come on, 'padres' do your worst!"
Weevil leapt forward and grabbed Logan by his shirt. He dragged him off the ledge onto solid ground, and hit him.
"You killed her, you rich son-of-a-bitch! And now you're gonna pay." ----
Everything after that was a bit of a blur. Logan could remember Weevil's boot connecting with his ribs a few times, and waking up –when had he lost consciousness? - at the side of the road. Then he had gotten into his car and driven to Veronica's. Veronica. Even just thinking about her was enough send his mind spinning yet again. She knew it wasn't him. Somehow she had stumbled onto the truth, that it was his father who was responsible. Where did that leave them now? He didn't even want to think about it. Thinking of Veronica brought back memories of Lily, and that lead to memories of his father. This only led to Logan picturing Lily and his father together. Something he never wanted to think about again.
He glanced up again. Somehow, while deep in his thoughts, he had gravitated to the edge of the bridge. He glanced over the side. The waters still churned, the angry waves crashed into the banks. The blue swirling waters and white caps seemed to mock him. He had stood here mere hours ago, prepared to jump. But had he really been going to jump? Wouldn't he have just done it right away, without thinking if he had really meant too? Who really knew.
Logan continued to stare down at the water. He was mesmerized by the swirling, dancing waves. Staring into the water he saw his mother jumping, Veronica comforting him, laughing with him, kissing him, passionately. He saw her standing in her doorway, telling him she'd been raped. He saw her standing on the beach after he discovered she had turned him in. The betrayal was still fresh in his mind, and it hurt. He saw her bruised face as he stood on her doorstep at three in the morning.
The water swirled, shades of blue, green, grey and white crashing together, fighting for dominance. In the warring waves he saw Lily laughing, he saw her yelling at him, he saw her lying in a pool of blood. What he saw changed yet again. His father was now featured in the waves. Images of his father laughing cruelly, hitting him, yelling at his mother, and finally, sleeping with Lily, bombarded him.
He stepped up onto the ledge of the bridge where he had been hours before. This time, his mind was free from the cloud of alcohol. He stared down into the waters, willing the images to stop. But they kept coming, faster and faster. He had to make it stop. It was ironic, really, that he was going to finish the job he had started in a drunken moment, stone cold sober. 'Guess chardonnay and sleeping pills isn't my thing either.'
