"Hey… did you watch the news?" Veronica asked hurriedly as she paced around her bedroom.

"Yeah… Dick is a mess…Have you any idea what is going on? I can't get a hold of Cassidy" Logan replied as he watched Dick crumpled on the floor in front of the television sobbing. Part of the problem with being the child of a celebrity in Neptune, California was that the information about tragedies like this often ended up on the news before you ever got to hear about it from the authorities. Logan had found out about his mother Lynn Echolls abandoned car and suicide while he had been at a drive through with friends getting something to eat and the announcement came through the radio.

That broadcast still haunted him, so he knew exactly how Dick must be feeling right now.

Kendall Casablanca's was dead, so was Richard Casablanca's… and it was their teacher? Logan had a hard time picturing their friendly Economics teacher Mr Pope randomly going to the Casablanca's house and killing someone.

"I called Leo, Cassidy is in the Sheriff's Department giving a statement, but they need to get a hold of Dick, he's a minor, his mother is still in Europe" Veronica explained.

"Dick's pretty drunk right now… and I can't drive, they took my license" he informed her quietly, he felt sick.

This was so screwed up… Beaver was only 16 years old and he had had to kill someone. His own teacher… he had watched his father be murderered.

"Get a pot of coffee into him… I'll come and pick him up" she told him as she closed down her laptop and slid it into her bag.

"Taking him to the Sheriff's Office… is that such a good idea right now? We don't know what he will say" Logan cautioned.

"We don't have a choice, we need to get someone down there to be with Cassidy…" she sighed helplessly. Why was this happening? Veronica had a feeling the answers were in the laptop but she didn't know how it all fit together. "Maybe we could send Duncan?" she offered, they had to meet, compare notes. The more eyes she had on this the better.

Logan stiffened at the sound of Duncan's name, he hadn't told Veronica about his recent encounter with his former best friend yet.

"She is going to die because of you… it will be something.. another drive by, another knife fight.. another mess you get yourself into… you should have just stayed away…"

Duncan's words seared through his mind again. Now three more people were dead. There was a much larger pattern here but he couldn't see all of it, and he couldn't exactly help with the investigation while he was under house arrest.

"Maybe…" Logan answered, his voice was low and careful.

"I'm on my way over now, I'll see you in like 20 minutes" she replied as she pulled on her coat.

"Be careful" he told her as he looked at the clock on the wall. 8.45pm.

"I will.. Bye, I love you" she replied as she hung up.

"Bye.." Logan said into the empty dial tone. She threw those words around casually with him now after last night, at least he would be getting to see her soon. He looked at his friend curled on the floor with his arms wrapped around his legs, his blond hair messy and ruffled around his face, sobbing. "Dick?" he said softly as he approached him on the floor.

His friend didn't respond, he just kept staring at the television footage of the bodies being wheeled from the house wrapped in white sheets and strapped to gurneys. Logan had never felt more helpless than he did right now, he wanted to stop the world from turning and shield his friend from these horrors, it was like watching a slow moving traffic accident from the perfect vantage point but being too far away to do anything but watch it happen. From the day of his parents meeting, to growing up in the public eye and the footage of his murdered Girlfriend Lilly Kane and even his own Mothers suicide… Logan's life had been caught on camera, every significant moment had been available for instant replay. These images would be burned into Dick's mind forever, and he was powerless to spare him from it.

"It was Mr Pope man… the guy wears sweater vests for gods sakes!" he sobbed. Logan knew what he meant.. but appearances could be deceiving, he knew this from personal experience. His father may have been abusive at home, and when Logan really thought to think about it, he had no doubt in his mind that he had really been the one to kill Lilly Kane, but to the rest of the world, he was A List Movie Star, Charity Starter and all round Hollywood nice guy.

"Veronica is coming over to take you to see Beaver" Logan informed him softly, handing him a bottle of water. He should probably have him change his shirt, he had spilled most of the taco dip over himself when they had received the call from Veronica to check out the news.

"Oh God… he could've killed Beave dude… that's my little brother…" Dick cried, rocking back and forth. Only 6 hours ago he had been telling Dick about Kendalls true identity and how they suspected that the bus crash had been an assassination attempt. They had found out from Veronica that Dick and Beaver were worth more alive than dead. "I don't even know how to start looking for a lawyer… or funerals… or… what am I going to do?" he asked weakly.

"I know a lawyer… not a good one, but I can get you the number… have you called your mom yet?" Logan asked softly. He looked at Dicks phone which was ringing silently on the couch.

"No… I should probably do that…." He sobbed as he picked up the phone. "Beave! I'm coming buddy… just… are you okay?" he asked his voice was hoarse.

"Yeah… I'm a little shaken up.. the Sheriff keeps trying to ask me all these questions" Cassidy replied nonchalantly.

"Well, just don't say anything… I'm getting you a lawyer" he said finally as he looked at Logan.

Logan went and rummaged through his contacts for the business card of Cliff McCormack and started to ring the number.

"Are you in trouble again already? Did we not have this conversation about you staying out of Trouble Mr Echolls?" Cliff scolded as he answered the phone. He sounded irritated.

"It's not for me… have you seen the news?" Logan questioned carefully, it sounded like he had interrupted a party.

"Which part? The Jungle Tribe who worship Trumps Hair or this business about the triple homicide in the 90909?" Cliff retorted sarcastically.

"My best friends kid brother is Cassidy Casablanca's… he's at the Sheriff's Office… I don't know who his family law firm are.. could you please just help us out with Sheriff Lamb until we get more information from his Mother?" Logan asked, he was worried. Cassidy was only 16 years old, he was like a little brother to Logan, he knew from his own experience how horrible being interrogated could be.

"I suppose I could come down and review the case, reach out to some of my contacts and check who is usually in charge of the Casablanca's business affairs" Cliff suggested as he sighed.

"You can bill me for any extra charges you need.. thank you Cliff" Logan said gratefully.

"Don't thank me just now… I haven't heard any of the details yet" he replied dryly as he took down some more information from Logan about the case before he took Cassidy's number and the two men hung up.

"Mom?" Dick sobbed as she answered the phone.

"Dick? Baby? What time is it?" she groaned sleepily.

"Mom… something bad's happened…. Dad is dead" he explained quietly.