"Remind me again why I am agreeing to this?" Daisy asked angrily as she took the ear com from Veronica. Weevil had managed to convince his friend to take over the shift of one of Keith Mars' former C.I's, a cocktail waitress called Lauren Sorrell so that they could get an idea of the kind of inner workings going on inside the Rusty Knot.
"Because you love me?" Weevil flirted as she fiddled with the skimpy black bikini top and short plaid skirt.
"Sabelotodo, qué chula" she cursed, her green eyes flashing at him. "No, the only reason I agreed to this was so you wouldn't try anything else stupid!"
"And it had nothing to do with me mentioning Undercover and you getting the wrong impression?" he teased.
"No eres gracioso Esé" she growled in Spanish.
"Relajarse " he soothed. "I know better than to take those kinds of risks…"
"You better Pachuco… because I don't want to have to watch you get hauled off in handcuffs like Pedro… and I have buried enough too imbéciles estúpidos" she swore, but her fury struck Veronica that it was more of a big sisterly affection. "What exactly am I supposed to be looking for?" she sighed.
"How they operate" Weevil explained. Veronica was still surprised that Daisy had agreed to help them at all, if the Fitzpatrick's had murdered and disappeared Logan… she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to go undercover in one of their lairs, but Weevil had explained that sometimes the Irish Mafia used to traffic underage girls through the club before a DEA operation a few years ago had shut them down for a while. Girls from broken homes, bad neighbourhoods, down-on-their luck girls desperate to get out of Neptune and start over. When she wasn't involved in raising a little hell and doing something misguidedly life reaffirming in the wake of past tragedy's; Daisy was part of a community outreach programme who tried to counsel girls like that before that Life sucked them in too far. She ran the Latino version of a missing person's unit. She was dedicated to helping out and giving them alternatives, even if it meant occasionally she had to stomach being around the monsters that ruined her life if it meant she got to do some good.
"I really hope Güera here is worth it" she said, glancing at Veronica.
"Mi sirenita… just get the girls talking… you don't have to go all Sydney Bristow in there" he assured her.
"As long as you don't go taking the information I get from here and try to channel Danny Trejo" she countered, pushing the microphone pen into her hair, which was pulled away from her face.
"Just find out what you can" Veronica told her simply, as she regarded the taller slender brunette. Wordlessly Daisy handed Weevil her jacket and climbed out of the back of Wallace's van.
"I sure hope you know what you are doing" Wallace said, shaking his head.
"Don't worry, if there's a girl knows how to handle herself, its Daisy" Weevil told him, he was going to see Chardo tomorrow, and Keith had left the hard drive in the Mars Investigations Office where Mac was on her way to collect it.
Keith Mars had returned with the hard drive from Pricilla Bank's computer and hid it in the small roof space in the Mars Investigations office before returning home to feed Backup. He hadn't been in the office long before Deputy Briar and Ryan's had arrived with a search warrant to have a look around Veronica's bedroom.
"She's not here" Keith told them, irritated as he opened a beer and put on the television. The deputy's were too lazy to do a proper search of the bedroom, they mostly just knocked clothes over, looked under the bed, at her planner and notes she'd written on her calendar. They wouldn't find anything because there was nothing to find.
"Do you have any idea where your daughter could be Mr Mars?" Briar's demanded.
"Haven't seen her… maybe she's with her mother?" he shrugged, sipping from the bottle. He was doing his best not to give into the protective rage that demanded he subdue and cuff the deputy's until he could locate Veronica. She had been near the Serenity Inn the last time he had spoken to her.. there's only one reason he could think she would be there.
Running down a lead at the Rusty Knot…
He looked down at Pitbull sitting faithfully at his ankles; Backup had been in the passenger seat of a drug user's car the night that he had arrested three of the Fitzpatrick's brothers from that place. Only he'd had two local Sheriff departments and a federal task force with him at the time. The thought that four unarmed teenagers were investigating this on their own made his blood run cold.
What was it with this YOLO generation that made them think that they were invincible? Hadn't enough of their classmates been buried in the last two years to make them realize they weren't? Keith had seen the faces of those parents… he'd been so close to being one of them himself… he never wanted to experience that kind of loss. For a parent to lose a child… it was almost enough to make him want to move out of Neptune.
"It's a small town Keith… you can't keep her tucked away forever" Ryan's told him.
"I'm an expert at tucking away my Daughter John… I've been doing it for 18 years.. she can do it herself now" he replied, giving him a mocking smile as the other Deputy returned empty handed from his bedroom. His green eyes hardening as the other man stood with his hands on his hips.
"If she contacts you… tell her to turn herself in" Briar growled, before he gestured at Ryan's for them to leave.
"Ciao" Keith waved as he propped his feet onto the coffee table.
Veronica… sweetheart… I really hope you know what you are doing… he thought as he scratched behind his dog's ear.
Logan was sure Veronica was doing whatever she could in her super sleuth arsenal to try and chase down the connections, but after Lamb's threat, the longer he went without hearing from her, the more anxious he became.
"You know this is bull shit right?" Logan asked Deputy Leo D'Amato as he sat in his cell.
"I'm only doing my job man" he sighed.
"Yeah… so were the Nazi's" Logan countered, the frustration of being trapped and useless in this cell while Lamb made some megalomaniac plans with his dad, or the Fitzpatrick's or whoever the hell was pulling his strings while he couldn't protect Veronica was pure torment.
"We don't all have a trust fund" Leo snapped. "You think I don't want to help Veronica?"
"You sure as hell didn't want to help when she gave you my alibi… but yet here we are…" Logan said, gesturing to his current accommodations.
"I was sure that the ankle data would have cleared you" Leo sighed.
"Well, it didn't" Logan said, making a tada motion. "There's a sickness in the Sheriff's department, they are allergic to the truth… You don't see it now, but you will… everybody will…" he smiled bitterly.
He just hoped it was before his father's plots let him get away with murder…