Chris sat in his car staring at the people walking in and out of the building. His face was covered in fear, and his mouth was dry.
I've been sitting in my car for an hour now. Who knew that confronting your potential father would be so nerve wracking?
I wasn't this nervous when I talked to Logan...then again, at the time, I had no idea that he could be my father. Suck it up. You being a girl.
Chris breathed a heavy sigh as he stepped out of his car, and made his way inside the building. He slowly walked up to the counter.
"Can I help you?" An older woman asked in a heavy accent.
"Inga, right?" Chris asked.
"Yes." Inga responded, a bit confused.
"I'm Chris Mars, Veronica Mars' son." Chris said hoping she would remember.
"Oh my gosh." Inga said with a smile. "You are the spitting image of your mother." She said a frown forming. "I'm so sorry to hear about her passing away."
"Thanks." Chris said scratching his head. "So, is the Sheriff in?"
"Yes, let me see if he's available." Inga said as she walked over to the office, and came out. "He can see you."
Chris walked into the office and stared at the older man at the desk. Fear enveloped him.
"Mr. Mars, how can I help you?" Lamb asked. He seemed a bit nervous, and Chris was confused as to why.
Maybe daddy dearest knows he's my father, or maybe he's got something to hide, and is hoping I didn't inherit my mother's knack for investigating crime.
"Just here on business." Chris stated confidently, but inside he was sweating like a pig.
"And you're well?" Lamb asked. "You're adjusting well in Neptune?"
Chris was taken aback at Lamb's obvious interest in Chris'
well being. "I'm doing fine."
"Good. That's good." Lamb nodded as he sat up in his chair.
"So, what business are you here about?"
"My mother's murder." Chris stated blantely.
"Excuse me?" Lamb said confused. "I don't mean to be insensitive, but your mother killed herself."
"Well, you came to that conclusion, and from what my mother told me about you, that alone is grounds for believing the exact opposite." Chris said a cold look on his face.
Lamb's interests are peaked, a small smirk on his face. "And what exactly makes you think it was murder? Besides my incompetance?"
"I have my reasons. And you shouldn't believe it either. After all, you and my mother were so close." Chris said.
Lamb coughed nervously. "I wouldn't exactly say that."
"Right. Of course not." Chris said.
Inga walked into the office. "Sheriff, there's someone here for you."
Lamb stood up and walked out of the office.
Who knew this was going to be so easy?
Chris made his way over to Lamb's coat, and searched it quickly.
When he found what he needed, he pulled out a small container,
and placed a small hair into it.
If no one was going to be honest with me about who my father is. Then I'm just going to have to find out for myself.
Chris took a seat just as Lamb entered the room again. "So,
you still haven't told me how I can help you?"
"I was just wondering if you could provide your whereabouts on these dates." Chris said as he handed him a piece of paper.
Lamb looked to the dates and then back to Chris. "I see"
He said with a small chuckle. "I'm a suspect."
"You and my mother seemed to have a colorful past." Chris said with a smirk of his own. "And it could account for why my mother's death was ruled a suicide so quickly."
"I thought it was my incompetance." Lamb retorted.
"See, I think you're smarter than everyone gives you credit for." Chris stated.
"You do?" Lamb responded.
"Yep." Chris said as he ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, thanks." Lamb stated.
"Well, we both know I got my mom's intelligence, so it doesn't bode well for you." Chris said as he stood up and headed towards the door.
"What about my alibi's?" Lamb asked.
"I'll get them later. I already got what I came for." Chris said not evening turning around, leaving a confused Lamb with a small smirk on his face.
Well, that went well. I got diddly squat on the dates, and no new leads. At least on got a piece of hair. Hopefully, I can find out who my father is soon, so I could put that chapter of my life to rest.
Now to pay Logan Echolls a visit.
Echolls Residence - A few hours later
Chris walked up to the front door, and knocked. When the door opened, Madison Sinclair answered. "Can I help you?" Madison asked in an annoyed tone.
Bitch.
"Hi. I'm Chris Slater. A friend of Lincoln's." Chris lied.
"He's not home." Madison said with a roll of her eyes.
Score!
"We're supposed to meet here to go over a school assignment"
Chris lied again.
"You're welcome to wait, he should be home soon." Madison said as she allowed Chris to walk in. "His room's up stairs to the left.
"Thanks." Chris said with a smile as he headed up stairs.
Mom was right. She is as dumb as a doornail.
Chris walked right past Lincoln's room, and made his way for the master bedroom. Along the walls were various movie posters that Logan Echolls had stared in.
The way mom described him. He wasn't the actor type, but I guess people change.
Chris made his way into the bathroom, and began to search through the drawers.
"You know there's any easier way." Logan stated as he stood in the door way.
Chris jumped. Scared. "Umm...I was just."
Logan pulled a piece of hair from his head and held it out for Chris. "This. You just looking to go from rags to riches." He said with a wry grin.
Chris rolled his eyes as he grabbed the piece of hair, and placed it in a separate container. "Actually I just want to know that I'm not related to the man that killed my mother."
"Is that so?" Logan said amused. "I heard it was suicide.
Kind of cliche if I do say so myself. Indigo girls. Bathtub.
Razor blade. Please...thought she was more original than that."
Chris winced at Logan's rather vulger behavior.
"Did I stike a nerve? Did I hurt Chris Mars...oh I'm sorry.
Chris Slater's feelings?" Logan mocked.
"Not so much. Just adding to the millions of questions I have in my head." Chris responded.
"And what are those?" Logan asked.
"How could my mother love someone so defiantly evil as you"
Chris said as he brushed passed Logan and headed down the stairs and out of the Echoll's house, extremely upset.
What did my mom ever see in him? Maybe he was different once?
Maybe she was going through a phase? But I know one thing. I wouldn't put it passed the guy to kill someone. People like that don't get that way overnight. Plus, his father was the one who killed Lilly Kane. Maybe it runs in the family?
Penny's House - Night
Penny heard a knock on her door and made her way over to it. Opening the door, she saw Chris standing there.
"What do you want?" She said still upset about before.
Chris looked to Penny, and before he could get any words out, he began to cry, and Penny quickly went to him, wrapping her arms around him. "Shhhh...it's okay." Penny said as she caressed the back of his head.
Okay. So, I'm a really crappy friend.
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