Logan Echolls sat on the chair in his garden, it was 8.47pm, she should have been here by now. He had called a few times but there was no answer, it went through to her voicemail.. perhaps she was caught up in traffic? She had told him that her father was going to be calling by during her shift at Java the Hut and that her breaking the news to him of their reunion would go much easier if she handled breaking the news to Keith Mars alone. The ice in the wine bucket was turning to liquid so he decided it was time to replace it, he left the bottle of wine on the table and ventured into the main house towards the kitchen to get some more. It was then he saw the pictures sitting on the kitchen counter… what the hell was this?
His mind was racing, he turned the black bra over in his hands, this was Kendall's.. from earlier? The photographs were from a few days ago of the two of them in various states of coitus.. how had she gotten these? How long had they been here? He felt sick.
He checked his phone for any kind of messages from Kendall and then his emails, there was nothing… was this some kind of sick game? He had rejected her and now she was blackmailing him?
Oh god… had Veronica come over already but found these?
He called her number again.
"Hey, It's Veronica.. leave me a message"
"Hi… it's me.. I don't know where you are.. but I need to talk to you about something… can you please call me back?" he said softly into the phone. "I love you" he sighed.
He needed to deal with these pictures… if she showed these to her husband.. he would break Logan in half, or worse! Suddenly all that reckless behaviour was coming back to haunt him.. it was so much easier to be fast and loose with your future when you didn't feel like you had anything to live for. He dialled Kendall's number.
"Hello?" she answered in her usual sultry tone.
"What the hell kind of game do you think you are playing?" he demanded as he paced the kitchen running his hands through his hair.
"Game? I don't know what you are talking about…" she scoffed, he could practically hear her eyes rolling over the telephone. "I was under the impression you weren't up for playing anymore?" The vile harpy would pay for this.
"The pictures!" he snapped, he was furious. "I told you it was over"
"The pictures?" she asked sarcastically. "You usually love naughty pictures" Kendall teased, she honestly couldn't fathom which pictures he was talking about, but she wasn't about to reveal anything encase this was a trick. He was still a younger guy, a minor, and she had been fooling around with him. Last thing she wanted was to get caught on a recording admitting culpability of having sex with someone underage.
"This stops now… I'm done!" he warned and then hung up. His heart was pounding, he felt sick.. he fumbled through the photographs.. this was such a violation. He imagined it was something similar to how Lilly Kane must have felt the day she discovered she had been getting secretly videotaped by his father during their sexual encounters. His mind reeled with thoughts of these ending up in a tabloid newspaper.
Son of Movie Star Aaron Echolls Bares All…
His adopted sister Trina would probably offer up some interviews about finding him "waxing his board" in his younger days just to add some spice to the story. Oh god.. what if these were stills from a video? The way Dick and Cassidy talked about their former Laker Girl Step Mother was that she was mostly out to be a gold digger and make a name for herself. Even if the pre-nup left her with nothing.. she could sell this story and that video if it existed to the highest bidder.
Son of Murderous Movie Star gives Brunette a Killer Time…
Where was Veronica? He was practically crawling out of his skin to talk to her, he needed to find out how far the damage went. He needed to find out what Kendall Casablanca's had on him, but he couldn't exactly ask Veronica or her Father to track it down, he pulled up his laptop and found the number for Vinnie Van Lowe. He had to get that tape or any other copies of this. He glanced at the clock, it was now 9pm, and he doubted that if she had found these pictures that Veronica would be coming after all. The business line for Van Lowe Associates showed that his office hours finished at 8.30pm. He would have to call and hire the private investigator in the morning.
What was he going to do? How could he have been such an idiot?
He took the pictures to his father's office and pulled up the paper shredder and started forcing the pictures through the machine. He was wiping away tears; this mistake could very well have cost him everything.
"Mr Echolls?" a voice called from the hallway. Logan forced the last few pictures into the shredder and threw the black bra into the trash can in the office before walking into the living room to see Deputy Ryan's and Deputy Briar standing in his garden waiting on him expectantly.
"Gentlemen… as you can see I set the mood for you this evening" Logan declared dramatically as he walked into the garden which was set up with candles and a romantic dinner for two.
"Logan Echolls, you are under arrest for the murder of Felix Toomes" Deputy Ryan's informed him as he pulled out the cuffs from his belt. No.. No.. No.. this can't be happening to me again….
"What no foreplay?" he said sarcastically as Ryan's marched up behind him and clicked the cuffs tightly around his wrists.