The blonde laid in the hospital bed unconscious as the heart monitor steadily beeped beside her. Keith stood farther off to the other side of the room staring at her, his emotions too complicated and confused for even he to make any sense what so ever out off. The annoying beeping continued as his headache worsened. It had been three days since Lianne had been found almost dead laying inside a dumpster on a back alley near the Camelot.
The doctors had attributed it to a drug overdose. While Keith had been quite aware that she was an alcoholic, he had never been aware or even suspected any type of drug problem. In fact, Lianne had always been a needle phobic, so all the needle holes in her arms just didn't seem to add up to him. He wanted nothing more to do with her, yet still felt as if he had to get to the bottom of this. Of everything she had been doing lately that made no sense.
And of all people to have found her, why did it have to be Weevil? Of course, I'll need to question him first…as soon as I can track him down.
He paced a bit around the room before finally leaving frustrated and unsure of why he even came.
Logan couldn't believe what was happening. Duncan whacked the semi automatic he was holing hard against the dresser in what he could only tell to be a delirious rage…that was for some reason partially directed at him. The gun went off and he had heard the shot fire…and sitting not a foot away from him was a sight that he could not process.
Duncan couldn't be dead. It just couldn't happen. Logan didn't understand…didn't want to understand. And yet Duncan was still sitting there…crunched up in the corner with a small hole in the side of his head from where the bullet had entered his brain. A small amount of blood streaming down the side of his neck. Duncan's eyes were still open and seemed to look back at Logan holding almost as much shock as Logan's eyes did while staring back into them.
The light faded. Logan didn't know what to do. He couldn't call the police or he and Veronica would inevitably be arrested for helping him kidnap Lilly and may even be suspected of his death and his daughter's disappearance. Veronica was in no condition to be put through something like that and live through it…especially with the baby still at high risk. He had to get out of there. Now. And make sure there was absolutely no hints at them ever being there either.
How would Veronica go about this?
He quickly packed their things, washed all the sheets she had bled on, made the bed and looked to be sure no hair or anything that could be used to get DNA was left behind before rushing out. He did as Veronica said and checked them into a local hotel…under a pseudo name he had made up on the spot, Watson. Of course that wasn't so creative as it was just the name of a street he had passed on the way there.
But what could he do? He wasn't a PI and he wasn't Veronica. Skills like she had and like he really needed at the moment were simply not something he possessed. But he had learned a few tricks from her, and he prayed to whatever God was up there to let that be enough.
A large part of him was still in shock. Duncan had been his best friend for a long time back in high school. He had been his roommate, Lilly's brother, even Veronica's boyfriend for while and her first. How could this have happened? How was Veronica going to take it? What had so obviously driven him to be delusional? And where was his daughter…if she was even still alive. Logan was beginning to wonder judging from the way Duncan had been acting lately. If he could try to smother Veronica…the girl he was still in love with, although it was much to Logan's discomfort to admit, how easy would it have been for him to kill a baby?
It was too much for him to take in at once, but there it was. He didn't know what to do, what to say, what to tell his wife. So he didn't do anything…at all. Except for unpack their things into the new hotel room and drink…a lot. He didn't go in to see Veronica for two days. He knew he should…but seeing her…telling her would make it real, and Duncan's death couldn't be real. Even if it was, he couldn't see what look would cross her face at the words that still seemed too hollow to be real for him.
When he finally gathered up enough nerve to go to Veronica…and sobered up enough to do so without her becoming angrier at him than she already would be she was what could be termed as a nervous wreck. He wasn't sure if that played any part in her looking just as bad as the last time he saw her or not. But he was already feeling too sick inside to let guilt creep in and make it worse. He remained silent as he went into her room and sat on the side of her bed.
At first she was angry, understandably, but Logan didn't know how to deal with it at the moment. "Logan? Where have you been?" But then she saw the look he held into his eye and her question changed. "Logan, what's wrong?" Veronica's voice was firm and demanding.
He looked around to make sure no nurses or anyone else was in earshot before he told her. They both were holding back from crying by the time he finished. She questioned what he did to erase any evidence of their presence and several other questions, some that he couldn't see had anything to do with it at all.
"We have to leave, Veronica. We have to get out of here before someone finds him in that house."
"They told me I could only be moved in an ambulance. That won't get me back to the U.S. There's records of me staying at this hospital. It's two miles from Duncan's house. If they find him, we'll be arrested for too many charges to count."
"Should I do something with his body?"
She shook her head. "The way you described it, it sounds like it would have been believable that he had been alone when he died…if no one finds out we are here that is. But if you tamper with the body that u'll just put them right on our trail and make them think you killed him instead of it being accidental. But we have to hurry and figure this thing out and get out of here soon."
"What do you think happened to Lilly?"
"I asked a nurse about the medication Duncan was taken. The bottle said it was some light medicine for depression, but the pill I stole from inside it wasn't for that…it was for chemical in balances in schizophrenics that had been discontinued because it could cause the hallucinations to get worse instead of better."
"Why would he be taking that?"
"He wouldn't be."
The thought scared her and she desperately wanted to change the subject. She leaned forward and hugged Logan for a moment in effort to feel some kind of comfort.
"Are you ok?" Logan looked at her, his head finally coming back to him after taking comfort in the way she had dealt with the news and knowing that they were at least in this together.
She looked at him shyly and smiled before sitting up slowly and hugging him. He didn't go back to the hotel that night. For a while he laid scrunched up beside her on the narrow hospital bed until she fell asleep just because they were both so scared and upset and needed contact. But after she fell asleep again and he heard what he thought was a nurse coming in to check her blood pressure, he moved to the very uncomfortable chair that sat close by.
