Veronica, Logan, and Duncan were apparently all Future Business Leaders of America. Veronica knew why she and Duncan were there: to pad their resumes for college. But she really had no idea why Logan came-maybe just to have something to occupy his time and to hang out with his friends. Regardless, the three of them still sat and ate after last period in a near empty classroom, listening to their faculty advisor happily drone on about economics.

"What's with you guys?" Duncan asked, barely even trying to lower his voice.

"We didn't get much sleep last night," Veronica said, instantly kicking herself for using the word we.

"Well, that's usually what happens if you do it right," Duncan attempted to joke. The look on Logan's face stopped him short.

"Don't, man. I had problems with Aaron and had to sleep at Veronica's-in a separate bed, in a separate room."

"You know you can still come to my place," Duncan immediately offered, looking just a little bit hurt.

Logan softened and said, "I know. I appreciate it. I just didn't want to get you in trouble. Keith said it was ok for me to sleep there."

Duncan nodded. That did sound easier than sneaking in his bedroom window, but wasn't the mayor known for asking questions? Besides, he knew his dad still liked Logan deep down and didn't want anything bad to happen to him. It was just his mom could be so overpowering... Like mother, like daughter. Like father, like son. "Is everything cool now?"

"Sure. I've had much worse." Duncan nodded again, remembering some of the bad times. Duncan wasn't allowed to talk about it to anyone; he couldn't even bring it up to Logan. It was a sacred bond in their friendship that he wouldn't break. He knew Logan would never speak to him again if he did. Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, Logan asked, "How's Lilly?" She had been on the back of his mind for days now-not in the old, fun way but in a new way that had him worried.

"Um, I think she's ok, why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing, my dad just said she should stop by sometime." Logan looked at Duncan straight on, trying to convey the seriousness of his words but Duncan was way ahead of him…

"Well, I'll make sure she doesn't then." Logan nodded, though he was mostly thinking 'sure, like anyone could ever stop Lilly Kane from doing anything.' Veronica sat on the other side of Logan from Duncan, taking everything in silently. Before they knew it, the club meeting was over and Veronica and Logan hopped into her car to drive over to Aaron's storage facility. Life was about to get interesting.

"It's not a big deal, Veronica, really. He did give me a key after all so it's not like we're breaking in."

"I know, but your dad's not an idiot. He'll be suspicious if he sees me here so we just have to be careful." Logan shrugged and unlocked the ugly orange garage locker. Inside was most of their crappy stuff that Aaron had for one reason or another elected to save. Maybe he knew just as sure as Logan did that nothing lasts forever. Their extremely nouveau riche status was as transient as the wind. Logan stepped around the hideous threadbare couch that they'd had since the nineties. And it was probably used when they got it. Or "used" as in stolen. He kicked at a wicker chair with disinterest until he came upon his father's desk with the very big-and very locked-center drawer.

"I've never looked in here before," because he would have killed me. "I'm sure he wouldn't leave anything important here, though. We should probably try the hotel," Logan started, nervously watching as Veronica's eyes widened with something resembling delight. "Ronnie, hey…"

But she wasn't listening and had her fancy lock pick set out of its little black case. She had the desk lock picked in under five seconds, muttering something under her breath about amateurs. Logan wasn't sure what exactly she was hoping to find: a signed confession to murder by Liam Fitzpatrick, bloody gloves previously worn by Aaron, a loaded gun covered in fingerprints and illegally obtained… Hell, he wasn't sure what he expected to find but he certainly didn't expect this. There was only one thing in the drawer. Veronica staggered backwards a few steps, eyes straining in the dim storage locker light. In her left hand she held a glass jar, just a little bigger than a mason jar, filled with some kind of clear liquid: alcohol, formaldehyde… Logan didn't immediately know because it was tightly sealed. And floating in the liquid, taking up basically the entire jar, was an unmistakable object-even as it was puffy and a little bit gray.

"What the fuck is your father doing with a human hand in a fucking jar?"