That Night

"The FBI were a bust," Logan announced as he entered the apartment. "They said that without concrete proof my complaint is just 'the paranoid and spurious accusation of a college boy with a grudge.'"

Veronica looked up from her computer, "What did Agent Morris have to say?"

"Nothing. Apparently, she requested a transfer. They wouldn't give me her contact information."

"I'm glad I'm actually working with the law this time," she snorted.

"How did the meeting with Weevil go?"

She sighed dejectedly, "Not good. He said he'd try to get me in contact with the PCH-ers, but not to get my hopes up. They've been laying low."

"Does he know why?"

"Escalated violence."

They both looked up as Mr. Mars entered.

"Give us some good news, Dad," she begged.

He smiled, "Make sure your schedule is clear for next Friday. You have an appointment to keep."

"She agreed," Veronica clarified. "She understands that there can be no interference? I can't be impeded in any way."

"She says she'll handle it. You're good to go."

Logan spoke up, "And she understands that Duncan is agreeing to this on faith. If he feels that either he or his daughter is in any danger he'll sever all ties."

"She won't do anything to risk this reunion. She wants to be a family again," Mr. Mars assured.

"Well," Veronica's smile bordered on maliciousness, "time for a little manipulation."