Chapter Two
Mac entered the restaurant and saw that it was practically empty. "Mac?"
Greeting her former classmate, Mac was still surprised to find out that Butters of all people had ended up running the only three and half-star restaurant in Neptune. She always ended up thinking about the Pirate Ship when she saw the guy and her lips ended up twitching even as she took in his suit and tie.
"Who are you waiting for?" He asked a bit eagerly, thinking she had grown even better looking than when she was in high school.
"Dick Casablancas." She said and was told he was already at a corner booth. Joining him she was asked if she was still a vegan.
"I had stopped for the past few years but my dad's stroke has me reconsidering my diet." Mac admitted.
"I have decided to eat all of things I have always wanted but never tried." Dick said with a cheerful grin that had Mac's heart aching for him. "Anyhow, I realized that this is a bit public, so do you mind waiting to talk until after we are out of here."
"Sure." Mac said as they spoke about Duncan Kane, about how shocked he had been when he had heard the story about Madison and her being switched.
"Just think you and I might have ended dating if that hadn't happened." Dick said watching Mac's wince out of the corner of his eye and deciding to back off, clearly that was one path that would never be tread.
With that they moved on to their respective businesses and Dick said "I heard your name at a conference a few months ago. It was nice to hear about your success."
"Really, why were they talking about me?" Mac asked curious as to how she had been a topic of conversation.
"Fram Industries, you caught their corporate spy." Dick said "I was surprised because I tended to think of Ronnie as the Nancy Drew of your bunch, but clearly that isn't the case."
"That was an accident Dick. I was putting in their new system when I found the Trojan horse, nothing more." She said dismissing the praise.
After dessert, Dick asked her to take a walk with him. On the same beach where he had once tried to kiss her, he asked her to be seated and said "I have no one to inherit my company. Kayla and I are closing it down after I finish my last project this year."
"Dick, how could you need my help with that?" Mac asked confused.
"It's not that." He said. "Mac, when I die, there will be no one left with good memories of Cassidy. To protect his grave from vandals. They still trash it."
"I know that you take care of it. Dick, what about your father? Wouldn't he protect the crypt?" Mac asked not sure what he wanted.
"Yes, Mac, I am explaining this wrong but this is such an awkward subject for me." He said frustrated with himself. "Mac, I am putting my money in a trust for my child, I need someone to take care of things, someone to protect him or her."
"You have a child?" She asked a bit shocked at the idea some how bothering her.
"Not yet." He admitted then came out bluntly and asked. "Mac, I don't want to die without there being someone left who would care that I am gone."
"Dick, there are plenty of people who would care." Mac said trying to be comforting but at the same time completely confused by what he was saying.
"No, Mac. There aren't." He said quietly then closing his eyes said "I want to be a dad, I want to; I always did but I thought I had plenty of time, but now-."
"Do you want me to try and talk to Madison because I have to say we don't exactly have the best relationship in spite of the way she reacted to the truth about our parents?" Mac asked.
Shuddering, Dick said "No, Madison and I were history back when we were dating. It was barely an event in either of our histories. No, Mac, I don't want Madison or any relationship like that. All I want to do is have a baby."
"Dick, you need a woman for that; even now a days with modern technology." She said trying to be helpful.
"I know, Mac." He said then looking at her said. "Mac, I don't want my child raised like I was, by nannies while my mother was getting her nails done, her nose done or while she was jetting off to Paris with her friends for the spring fashion shows."
"I don't get why you are telling me this." She replied bewildered as to why Dick who she hadn't seen in years was telling her off all people what was going on in his life.
"Let me finish. I don't have the kind of time it takes to hire and vet someone to carry my child Mac. I need someone I trust someone who can take care of things when I am gone."
Mac stood as what he was asking hit her. "Me?"
"Yes, I know what I am asking. God I know how sick this sounds. You barely tolerate me but that is part of the reason I am asking you to do this, Mac."
"Part of the reason?" Mac asked as she sat back down getting that this was no joke and that apparently Dick had put a lot of thought into this.
"The other part is that I know Logan would stick around and help and that Veronica would be there for you. That you would have help, because in spite of my proposal, in spite of this potential child being half mine, there are plenty of people who would love him or her." Mac heard his voice cracking and got that Dick had never felt that.
His voice went low as he explained. "We would need to get married, mainly to protect you and the child from my father's grasping hands. Plus when the time comes, it's not like you would be devastated that I died. I mean you would care because that is how you are, you care about people but you don't love me so; so it wouldn't be so upsetting for you that you would be physically affected while pregnant."
That word sobered Mac up a bit, the idea of her being pregnant but at the same time, she found it hard not to give Dick's plan some thought especially considering her secret.
She had made a promise to Logan when he had left town but had broken it by leaving Dick alone and to this day, Mac felt a sense of regret at that.
Now was her chance to make this up to Logan, to Dick for their last encounter before she had left Neptune. Looking at Dick, she got the feeling that he didn't remember their fight when she had taken him home, when she had been so cruel to him, after Dick had been so unknowingly honest with her.
"I will have my lawyer write everything down in a contract. He is drawing up my living will as well."
"Living Will?" Mac asked.
"I have a living will that will have to be updated of course, mainly because I don't want you to be responsible for having to pull the plug so to speak." Dick said. "I was thinking on asking Veronica, I am sure she would lose no sleep over it."
"Dick that isn't funny." Mac said quietly.
"I know." He replied then looking at her said "I don't want to die, Mac but I had my x-rays sent elsewhere this week; they confirmed that I have cancer and that it is inoperable."
"Dick, I need a few days to think about this." She said suddenly. "I am taking on a huge responsibility in being a mother, something I hadn't thought about ever."
Mac promised to call him then watched as he crossed the road and got into a waiting limo. Taking out her phone, not stopping to realize the time difference, she called Veronica.
"Hello." Veronica answered; Mac could hear her yawning through the phone.
"Dick has an inoperable brain tumor." Mac said with no warning.
"Wow, I didn't think he even had a brain." Veronica replied and was stunned to realize that Mac had hung up on her.
Feeling guilty, she quickly called her best friend who answered with "Hate him all you want, Veronica but this isn't a laughing matter."
"Sorry force of habit." Mac heard the bitter tone and sighed out loud.
Veronica swallowed her words then said "I know he isn't that kid anymore. My dad has reminded me repeatedly of that fact but to me he will always be Dick."
"He wants to be a dad. I am considering it." Mac said after filling Veronica in on what Dick had asked.
"Are you sure that he isn't playing some angle? That this isn't some sort of con or some sort of joke?" Veronica asked instantly suspicious of her former classmate.
"And his doctor and his personal assistant are in on it, right?" Mac asked. "And all of the specialists at the clinic are in on it, too?"
Veronica found she wanted it to be a joke wanted this to not be real as she realized Mac was considering doing this. "So are we talking In Vitro or what?"
"We didn't discuss that part yet." Mac admitted then had a horrible thought. "Veronica I need to talk some more to Dick but I am going to do it."
"You wouldn't have called me if you hadn't already thought about it." Veronica said. "Mac, I am going to track down Logan for Dick. He is going to need to be there. He has lost too many people who didn't say good bye first."
"Dick sent him a letter." Mac admitted. "He contacted Cliff who I gather is still Logan's attorney."
"Crap, Logan is probably frantic to get home or in a bar getting drunk out of his mind." Veronica said as she promised to talk to Mac later the next day.
Dick had barely arrived at work when Kayla entered his office and said "That coffee is bad for you."
Raising his eye brow as he stared at her, he said "Worse than cancer?"
"Sorry it's hard to stop." She replied contritely.
"Have I told you how much all of your mothering has meant to me?" He asked his hands shaking from the need to control the emotions.
"Good because we need to have a talk about this young woman, Richard." She said gently.
"Uh oh, the big guns are coming out. You only tell me this when I have screwed up something." Dick replied with a hint of a smile.
"You have feelings for this girl you asked to have your child, don't you?" She asked.
Dick was unable to meet her eyes then hearing her earrings rattling which meant she was shaking her head at him. He looked up and said "I could have. I never got the chance to find out, Kay. She left town just when I decided to grow up."
"Dick, don't die with regrets. Lies between you, tell her." She urged.
"No." He said firmly. "I told you how I fucked my life up then, what I didn't tell you is that I knew that day on the beach. I knew but she had a boyfriend and I was a chicken shit who needed to be drunk to even apologize."
When he saw her glare he added "I don't want her telling me she has feelings for me out of pity. She is agreeing to this, if she agrees to this she will already be doing so out of pity. I don't want to live my remaining days knowing that she is telling me she loves me because she feels like I need it."
"A child is a deep emotional connection, Dick especially when there are strong emotions involved. I just think that if you are going to do this, you need to be honest with her."
"She doesn't love me, Kay, she barely tolerates me. She LOVED my brother, never me." He said as he stood and moved to the window and looked out over the water, needing the space.
Kay walked over and hugged him, knowing that it was something he rarely received growing up and even currently. "Dick, even a child created in a petrii dish will create a bond between you."
"That's fine. If Mac thinks back on this time with good memories to pass on to ou-our, wow, it's hard to say the words." Dick admitted. "Our child. Our child. Mac's and mine."
Kayla went to her desk, shaking her head as she began to realize just how bad this situation was going to be especially as things progressed with Dick's illness.
"Excuse me, is Dick available?"
Looking up at Mac, taking in her jeans with a dress shirt and Kayla said "He just came back from the construction site. He is changing in his office bathroom."
"Okay, are you sure he should go to the site?" Mac asked worried about Dick getting hurt. She had read up on brain tumors and cancerous ones at that and knew that there were balance issues to worry about. "I saw him being driven around the other night and when you called me he had passed out."
"He agreed to stay on the ground, no more touring the girders." Kayla said. "He passed out because he had taken his medicine without eating."
"Mac?" Turning, Mac saw Dick standing there in a suit and tie. "Were you looking for me?"
Following him into his office, she sat down across from him and said "My answer is yes but I have two things that we need to discuss first."
"Okay." Dick answered then cautiously asked what did they need to discuss?
"First, you talked about moving in together. I am fine with that except I think that I should move in with you." She said after a few seconds. "I read up on your illness. Its better for you in the later stages to be in a place you are familiar with, Dick."
"Mac with the pregnancy, I want you to be comfortable." He said not telling her that when he reached those later stages he intended to quietly swallow some pills so that he wasn't a burden.
"I will be comfortable as long as you are." She promised then asked. "How do you want to do this?"
"You mean the In Vitro?" He asked.
"I was hoping I was wrong about that. Dick, there is no way I can go through In Vitro treatments. I wouldn't be able to manage it. I am sorry but after what happened as a result of the hospital mix-up to Madison and I; I just don't feel comfortable doing this in a hospital."
"Mac, what other options do we have?" He asked totally confused. He knew that the two girls had been switched, but that was years ago, things were more organized, surely she knew that.
"Uh, home doing the same thing with uh, well a syringe." She said flushing even as she admitted to herself that she couldn't do that. "But we still run into the issue of what if the hospital screws up with your samples. That only leaves one other option."
"Okay, you are going to have to tell me because I didn't come across any other options when looking into this." He said looking at Mac who was standing at the same window he had been a few weeks earlier when he had learned about his illness.
Mac couldn't meet his eyes as she turned red and said "Unless you are medical incapable, how about the old fashion way."
His heart stopping for half a minute, Dick sat there stunned as her words settled in on his already scrambled brain. "So you are saying you want us to have sex with each other?"
"I know that I am not your type and that it might take a little medical help for you but yes." She said in a whisper. "Dick, I know what I am asking is a lot."
"No, if it makes things more comfortable for you, I am fine with it." He said while inside his brain was screaming at him to stop this; that he didn't want to die of a broken heart before he died of the cancer. "As long as we come to a verbal agreement that if it doesn't work this first month we consider other avenues for the future."
Bright red, Mac gulped then said "I did some research; optimum time is in about six days."
Eyes meeting, Dick said "One more thing, I want to talk about this idea of getting married. I know that what I am asking is a lot but you know how my dad is, I just don't trust him."
"It's fine Dick." Mac said while inwardly quaking.
Five days later, Mac signed the marriage license and looked at her husband. Dick had been extremely quiet that morning. She was worried about his health.
Veronica had been doing research into the location of Logan, but so far had gotten no where; she had even called her father who promised to look into it for her. Mac had spoken to Keith Mars and she got the feeling that he knew exactly where Logan was.
She had spoken to both sets of her parents, the Mackenzies had not been thrilled with her plans but her father had shocked her by telling her that he would support whatever she did while her mother was still upset at the idea of her marrying a dying man let alone having his child.
The Sinclairs had been divided on the subject. Her biological mother oddly enough had been supportive while her biological father had tried to talk her out of it.
"Mac, where did you go?" Dick asked when they were in the limo and heading back to his place where she had moved in her clothes and other items.
"Sorry just thinking about the reactions to the news we were getting married." She said looking at him speculatively. Madison's comment about it not being a shock to her about them getting married had intrigued her but the blond had then changed the subject to her own upcoming plans to move to England.
"I am sorry that your parents are upset." Dick responded.
"It's mainly my mom; she is already moving me on with your death and discussing the challenges of getting a new man when I am a single mother." She said rolling her eyes. "I put an end to it by pointing out that there was always Butters and she actually grinned at me."
"Promise me you won't marry Butters when I am dead?" Dick said then their eyes met as they realized how unreal this conversation was.
"I promise to not marry Vincent Clemmons AKA Butters ever." She said holding her hand up like a girl scout. Her back now against the seat, she looked at the solitaire diamond ring on her hand and said "The ring is beautiful Dick."
He lifted her hand and looked at the simple platinum ring with the small etched wording inside resting against the basic princess cut diamond engagement ring and felt a lump in his throat at the idea of what they symbolized. "I saw them at the store yesterday and thought that they are perfect."
"They are." Mac went quiet as she thought about the day before and how she had gone for a medical check up to be sure she could get pregnant. Being told that everything should be fine; she had thanked the doctor then had gone to visit Cassidy for the first time since he had been interred.
A long talk with the marble slab later, Mac had decided that keeping her secret was for the best, that Dick already had a whole boatload of regrets; she didn't need to add to it.
Veronica hung up the phone and was on her way to her hopefully future office when she saw Dick's father speaking to a man in an expensive suit. Eavesdropping, she thought about what Mac had told her about Dick's reasons for his plan then watched, waiting for the older man to walk away from who he was speaking with.
When he had done so, she walked over to the businessman and said "My name is Veronica Mars, before you invest with that man there is something you need to know."
Sitting down across from the man, she bluntly told him about Mr. Casablancas past then said "He has absolutely no part in that company he was trying to sell you shares of, it belongs completely to his son."
With a tilt of his head, the man in the suit said "How do I know that you are the one telling the truth? That you don't have a grudge against him."
"Oh, I have a grudge against Mr. Casablancas, a big one, but if you don't believe me, check into him. Talk directly to Dick, here, I have his number in California."
Veronica wrote down the cell phone number she had gotten from Mac then looked at the man and said "Ask his family."
When she had stood and began to slide her bag back onto her shoulder, he said "Ms. Mars, I have been in business twenty five years, I don't trust easily. I had no intention of investing with Richard Casablancas, but I have to say, I am glad I gave you the fifteen minutes, it has been entertaining."
Veronica just shook her head and walked away, heading onto her potential new office. Seeing Dick's father in front of her, she couldn't help trailing him as he was heading to midtown, just like her. When she saw him entering his hotel, she wrote down the information and went on to her interview, her mind on why Dick Senior was in New York.
Two hours into her honeymoon, Mac laid back against the pillow and looked over at her sleeping husband. Dick had fallen asleep the minute they had arrived home. She hadn't exactly been expecting romance, but still the idea she had bored a horn dog like Dick had her biting her lips at the rejection.
Slipping out of bed, she was heading downstairs when she saw the small office that he used for work. Entering it, she looked around the walls at the buildings with their architectural renderings and the glossy poster size photos of finished product underneath.
Easing her way around she found herself sitting at his desk staring at an old photo of Beaver and herself. She didn't even remember it being taken but assumed it was one of the many candid shots Veronica had taken long before they had discovered how sick her ex was.
Beaver…
She leaned back, her mind on how much of her life still revolved around the young boy she had dated off and on her senior year.
Kind, gentle and as shy as she was, at least that was what she had thought. Instead he had been secretive, moody and oh, yes, a serial murderer. If things had worked out the way she had wanted, he and she would have spent the night together, she would have left for college in the fall and they would have agreed to be friends, nothing more, but fate seemed to hate her.
Instead of being her stepladder into the life of a normal teenager, she had ended up a few rungs down into the well of life.
Now, almost ten years later, she was married to his older brother, the asshole she had known in high school had grown into a more mature, clearly professional but personally broken man.
Eight years before, Logan had made her promise to look out for Dick for him; instead she had been angry when he had called Logan's cell phone that he had left with her.
She had gone straight to the penthouse and found him on the roof, crying into his beer about what he had done to his brother, his father's visit proving to be a catalyst to Dick's emotional dam breaking.
She had gotten him into the elevator and down to Logan's penthouse and had had to help him shower. An hour later, she had found herself fighting her own basic instincts and losing.
The two of them had had sex, twice in about a thirty minute time period. The sex had been good, she was honest enough to admit that, but the strength of her need had shamed Mac, almost as much as the idea of what they had done.
So early the next morning, Mac had packed her bags, left Neptune with the excuse that she was going to visit Veronica, but when Logan through Cliff had taken the offer for Grade My …!, she had moved there, changing schools.
Mac had told no one what had happened with Dick. Max and her breakup had been a mere formality because they hadn't been intimate more than a couple of times in April and had not in May.
When she found out he had married his ex hooker of a girlfriend, she had known that in that particular relationship, she had indeed been the beard Dick had described her to be in the one with Beaver.
Closing her eyes, her mind on her secret, she never saw Dick watching her holding onto Beaver's photo, or how his shoulders slumped before he had left as quietly as he had come in.
Mac put the picture back, brushed the tips of her fingers against the bright blue hair she had had back then, then stood and went to check on Dick.
Finding him on his back, staring at the ceiling, she felt odd climbing back into the same bed then lay down next to him and did the same.
"Do you miss him?" Dick asked quietly.
"Who?" Mac asked as she tried to imagine what their child would look like.
"Beaver."
Mac was silent unsure what to tell him, because the truth was, no she didn't miss Beaver, she missed the idea of who she had wanted Beaver to be. Finally knowing she needed to answer, she was honest and said "No."
"I do." He replied. "It's the sick thing about my past. My idea of brotherly love helped turn my younger brother into a monster, yet, I miss him."
Mac turned her head and looked at Dick. To look at him, other than an odd sallow coloring to his skin, there was nothing different about him. "I don't miss who Beaver was; I miss my idea of who I thought he was. They are totally different things. In my mind I can't help recalling all the problems we had even before that night."
"Let me guess, I was one of the problems." He said with regret.
"Yes you were." She said not pulling any punches then said "His money was another one. I hated the knowing sneers about the rich boy dating the middle class girl. It's part of why I have always hated Neptune."
Dick knew he had been a major part of that and that he had behaved a certain way because that was what his father had taught him, which was exactly how he didn't want his own child to be raised.
Turning onto his side, looking at Beaver's girl, his wife, Dick said "I was jealous of the time he spent with you. I felt abandoned by him having a girlfriend."
"Why?" She asked.
"It's stupid shit." He replied. Looking at the beautiful brunette, he said "That day I saw you for the first time after Beaver died, I realized that you would be the only person left on earth who understood what I felt about my brother and I hated you for that. I didn't want anyone to see that I was broken, so I acted like an ass."
Mac found her hand cupping his cheek as she gently responded. "Dick the whole world saw you as broken. It was clear to anyone who looked at you. I always saw you more as someone trying to live after having every single bone in your body broken. I saw you as struggling to find your way forward. I did understand, but I never saw you as giving up."
Dick pressed his hand to hers, increasing the pressure on his cheek before admitting "When I apologized that day I had been thinking about doing it for several weeks, but I was too scared. That day, I was so drunk that I was sure it wouldn't hurt if you threw it back into my face."
Mac smiled and said "I only wanted to smack you for the attempted pass, not for the words."
Dick looked at her then said "I wish I had had the courage to tell you then how much I loved talking to you while sober."
Mac thought back to his second bout of honesty, the one she was sure he didn't remember and simply said "Me too."
Veronica was back in the lobby of the Warwick hotel when she saw Dick's dad with a young woman. Realizing she was his wife, Veronica had an idea. Walking over, she said "Do you remember me, Mr. Casablancas."
"Veronica Mars." He replied coldly. "What are you doing here in New York?"
"I live here now. I work in the DA's office." She said with a smirk when she saw him grow tense. Turning to the stacked blond, she said "Hi, I'm Veronica. Are you in school here in New York?"
"Hey, Veronica, I am Stephanie Casablancas, No, I graduated beauty school in early December last year though."
"Casablancas, oh, I guess I know your brother or cousin. Dick and I went to school together in Neptune, though I guess if you are his sister you know that." Veronica saw that Dick's face had turned puce but that for some reason he wasn't interrupting them.
"No, I don't have any brothers." Stephanie replied blinking hard as she seemed to be mulling something over then it hit her. "Oh, wait, you are talking about Dick's son. I guess he is my stepson, though since he is older than me that doesn't count, does it?"
"Wow, you two, you two are married?" Veronica asked playing dumb. "Well congratulations, Stephanie, Mr. Casablancas. I am sure that this one will take, I mean what is this one, number four, sir?"
"Yes, well Dickie wants a little girl; after all he already has a son, even if he doesn't treat his father very well. I really would just love to give him a piece of my mind for not being a better son to poor Dickie." Stephanie said with a frown on her face.
"Two." Veronica said with confused expression feigned on her face.
"Two what?" She asked as Dick suggested that they head out to dinner, pointing out that they have reservations for nine. Hearing his phone ringing, Dick Senior debated answering it with keeping Veronica from his wife.
Deciding she was too dumb to spill anything or to understand the vicious blond spewing lies in her ears, he took a step back and answered the phone.
"Two sons, Mr. Casablancas had two sons, one died." Veronica said pretending a sorrow she didn't feel. "It's so tragic. One died at the Neptune Grande and now, I hear Dick is very sick."
"I know; I heard Dickie talking to his son's doctors about x-ray's and stuff. It's such a terrible thing, did you know that Dickie is so generous; he is paying all of his son's medical bills. He paid his doctor over a quarter of a million dollars already."
"Really? I didn't know that." Veronica said inwardly trying to figure out what the heck Dick Senior had really done with the money because she knew that he hadn't paid his son's doctor's bills.
"Yes, Dickie had a meeting with his doctor when we first came to Neptune back in early April. I had wanted to go to Cancun, but he insisted on being in Neptune. I saw him talking to the doctor who said he would be sure to take Dick on as a patient after his father steered him that way."
"Oh, your Dickie really does sound generous. A quarter of a million dollars when a lot of his money is tied up overseas." Veronica stated.
"Yes, but I heard him telling someone on the phone that he hoped the medical records he had bought did him some good."
Veronica thanked Stephanie and when Dick Senior returned, she smirked and pretended not to know anything except to ask him how Dick was doing. "I heard through the Neptune grape vine he is seeing an oncologist."
When Dick Senior stiffened and looked at his wife, she added "Mac is in Neptune visiting both sets of her parents. Her legal dad had a stroke."
Veronica soon parted, Dick Senior was glad the blond had left and after questioning Stephanie, he realized that if she had been digging, Veronica would have gotten nothing that he had to worry about.
He had had to step away from his first plan which had involved Dick turning over his company, but he still had his second plan in play and if that didn't work, there was always his marriage and possible future child from Stephanie.
Veronica went to the loft and wrote out everything that Stephanie Casablancas had said. Something was tickling her bull shit button. Pouring herself a glass of wine, Veronica read what she had written and then called her father.
Telling him that she had ran into Dick Casablancas Senior and that she had talked to his new wife. "I am sending you what was said but something is off."
"Veronica, there is no crime being committed, I can't investigate if there isn't a crime." He reminded her. "I can't stand the man, but he did his time and I have no reason to track him."
"What about the money he skimmed off?" She asked.
"That is a federal issue." He said clearly not liking it any more than she did. "I will take a look at your notes for you, but to be honest Veronica, I know that the Treasury department is looking at him and they won't like us interfering. They want to nail him for the money he had sent out of the country and those charges would send him back in if they can prove he lied in his plea to the courts."
"Thanks, Dad."
Keith hung up and was on his way home when his cell phone rang. Seeing it said unavailable number, he quickly answered it. "Hello."
"It's me." Logan sounded tired.
"I sent you a letter from Dick." Keith said. "It's important."
"Just tell me what is going on." Logan said.
"Its better you read the letter. I think it explains things better than anything I could tell you." Keith replied.
"When did you send it?" Logan asked even as he scratched his beard. Looking into the window, he saw the slight image of himself and chuckled knowing that there was no chance of anyone ever recognizing him.
"Over a week ago. He went to Cliff and of course Cliff brought it to me." Keith replied. "You should know Veronica is looking for you too."
"For the same reason?" He asked. "What is going on?"
"Read the letter." Keith replied softly then hung up the phone, knowing that Logan should find it at the post office that day or the next.
TBC