"Lamb did this" Veronica told her father vehemently.
"We cant be sure" Keith Mars said as he stood in the Echolls family kitchen.
"Yes we can… it's the only thing that makes sense!" Veronica continued as she pointed at the computer logs that Mac had uncovered. It had been Sheriff Lambs authorisation code used to release the car that evening from the impound lot.
"Honey.. we don't have all the details yet" Keith told her as he waited on Inga to email him a copy of the arrest report times for Cassidy Casablanca's the previous evening.
"What we know Dad.. is that at 11.22pm Dick Casablanca's was picked up from here by Deputy Owens and Briar and taken to the Sheriffs Station. About twenty minutes prior, you were punching my boyfriend in the face in this hallway last night" Veronica declared.
"I can't be sure what time I was here last night" Keith replied as he looked at his daughter standing in front of him.
"It's a half hour drive from the apartment dad" Veronica told him. He had arrived about thirty minutes after her last night.
"That's why I am getting the report from Inga… it will have the time that the Deputy's took him into the Sheriff's station for his statement" Keith explained. A Paper trail… even just a small one.
"Veronica.. it's time to tell your dad everything…" Wallace told her as he handed over a cup of coffee to the former Sheriff. Mac glanced at the three of them nervously and continued her hack on the coroner's office to get the autopsy report of Havier Alonso, his sister Clarita was in Mac's physics class.
Veronica sighed as she bit her lip and went to collect the files and notes she had compiling with Logan over the last few days. Keith Mars began to flick through the photos on her laptop until he got to the one of David Curly Moran dead on the beach. Keith gave his daughter a stern worried look.
"Start at the beginning…." He instructed and Veronica took a deep breath and began to fill her dad in on everything she had found.
It took about twenty five minutes for her to finish showing him the information and telling him the theories of how they all fit together, pointing out the pieces that didn't fit.
"I don't see how Aaron Echolls could have known that the night you found the tapes… that Logan was going to be on that Bridge" Keith Mars pointed out eventually.
"I know… its one of the many things that don't make sense" Veronica agreed.
"Unless.. it was actually just wrong place wrong time?" Wallace offered.
"But what to the PCHers have to do with Aaron Echolls?" Mac asked.
"Nothing.. unless you count Weevil and Lilly" Veronica told her.
"Yes but he cared about Lilly, I doubt he would be working to see her killer go free… isn't that why he attack Logan in the first place?" Keith pointed out.
"He had thought Logan killed Lilly so they cornered him alone on the bridge" Veronica agreed, guilt gnawing at her stomach and she exchanged a look with her father. They were both at fault for Logan being in this situation.
"So its what… opportunity?" Wallace suggested.
Opportunity… it was the right situation for someone to get something that they wanted.. but why would someone want to kill Felix Toomes? Why would someone kill Havier Alonso? The PCHers and the Fitzpatricks were rivals as far as she knew, Veronica thought.
"Dad… where would Kendall Casablanca's have problems with the Bikers? Is this about the clubs or the bar?" Veronica observed.
"No.. the PCHers are mostly high school students. The Rusty Knot is mostly affluent 09ers with a fondness for Girls, Drugs and Alcohol" Keith Mars dismissed.
Girls… as far a she knew, the PCHers weren't into trafficking much more than stolen car parts and Alcohol wouldn't have been a problem for an 09er with access to a smartphone and Daddy's Black Amex.
Drugs on the other hand…
"What?" Keith asked studying his daughters face.
"It's just a thought" she said slowly. "Drugs?"
"There has been an increase in stuff being found at School" Wallace agreed.
"It would certainly explain why someone like the Fitzpatricks would be involved with a bunch of teen gangsters" Keith agreed. He knew from his experience as Sheriff that an increase in confiscated items at schools usually meant a new supplier had entered the game.
"So what Felix said no or came up short?" Wallace asked.
"No.. Weevil loved Felix, and he's not into pushing drugs onto school kids, he's half the reason the strongest thing you would find at Neptune High is some weed" Veronica pointed out. As much as her father liked to refer to Weevil as the Criminal Element of Neptune High, she had actually seen him do a lot of good in his time as leader of the gang since he had taken over. Beatings went down, there was less violent crime at night and the worst people usually got was tied to the school flagpole naked.
"Uh guys..?" Mac said as she turned the computer around.
"What is that?" Keith asked.
"It's the contents of everything found in Havier Alonso's pockets.. isn't that pictures of Felix and Molly Fitzpatrick?" she asked.
"I really need to go and see Weevil" Veronica said as she snapped a picture of it on her phone.
"Honey…" Keith protested.
"Do we really need to repeat the I'm 18 now talk?" she scolded.
"No" he sighed. He looked helplessly at Veronica, the unrelenting attitude, and the serious smarts that put her in danger were the very same things that made her his daughter. She was growing faster every day and from solving cases to catching murderers that Keith himself had almost let get away she was proving to be a force of nature and he couldn't contain her much longer. He felt guilty he hadn't been able to safe guard her childhood, that he had involved her in his investigations and gotten her so caught up in the seedy underbelly of Neptune. He could barely keep her safe anymore.
"I need you to find out what happened with that Blackout Dad" Veronica pleaded.
"I'll see what I can find" he agreed as he picked up the phone to call Cliff to start chasing down some ideas he had in mind.
"What do you want me to do?" Wallace asked.
"Help my dad, stay with Mac.. call me with updates?" she sighed as she headed for the door and climbed into the seat of her car.