Why two months? Veronica's thoughts circulated through her head endlessly. It's like she was trying to warn me. Why bother if she had already gotten what she wanted? The woman had been identified through police mug shots as Larette Davis. She had gone missing in nineteen ninety three as reported by her mother who lived in Texas. Veronica had never even heard the name before. They hadn't been able to find the woman yet, which wasn't a good sign, the longer it took the less chance they had to find her. Jeffery Henderson had been a gardener at Hearst, who apparently had been arrested several times for stalking, but had never done anything to the ones he stalked except take pictures and one time he broke in a girl's dorm and stole her underwear. He would have been a easy target to frame for the Hearst rapes…so there's no question to why the woman chose him. But why go through me? Why was she so desperate. Admit it! You're two months pregnant. Larette's voice played over and over in her head. It was like a broken record, but Veronica couldn't seem to get rid of it.

She had slept until late that morning and had been at Logan's most of the afternoon. Logan was still a bit jumpy. He hadn't left her all day and when he did finally have to go to class he asked Dick to come over. Logan had said it was just because Dick wanted to borrow some video games but Veronica knew better. And she wasn't happy about it. So what if she had a habit of getting kidnapped…she always managed to get out…she could take care of herself. Besides, she'd almost rather get kidnapped again than have to be babysat by Dick. Almost anything…no defiantly anything would be better than that.

"Hey Ronnie." He walked in, doing that annoying head nodding thing again and sat next to her. "Looks like we're gonna be hangin' out for a while." He plopped down on the couch next to Veronica as Logan came back out of his bedroom.

"Oh, hey man." He leaned down near Dick. "Thanks for coming."

"No problem, no problem. Wouldn't want Veronica here to get herself hurt in your absence." Logan's mouth and eyes snapped shut for a moment at Dick's bad choice of words and timing. He knew Veronica knew what Dick was really there for, and she would probably be raging mad him later, but what Dick was saying didn't help the matter any.

Veronica jumped up and all but ran to Logan, giving him a look at could make someone fall over dead if he wasn't careful. But he wasn't going to argue, he smiled somewhat over exuberantly at Veronica instead, and kissed her on the forehead which he knew would only make her more angry before he left. When she sat down next to Dick, who was playing video games however, she almost got sick again from Dick's cologne. Did he use the whole bottle?

She was tired, so she used the excuse to just go take a nap in Logan's room. Dick didn't pay too much attention. She went to his room for a bit, and when she was sure that he was too absorbed into his video games to notice, she quietly slipped out of the apartment in hopes of finding some answers. None came. She felt for some reason that she should start in the house she had, after a bit of digging, found was registered in the lady's name. No one was there. She could tell that the house didn't have and alarm system, so she used her talents to pick the lock to the back porch door. It opened without too much difficulty on her part and she walked in. Of course, all the lights were off and curtain were drawn, so she had a hard time looking around as she didn't want to risk turning any lights on.

It wasn't a big house, only a one bedroom flat. Everything seemed to look normal. Veronica found a picture of Larette with another man, whom looked vaguely familiar to her but she couldn't remember who he was or where she knew him from. The woman looked different and much younger in the photo, and she had long curly brown hair instead of short straight blond. She got her camera out from her messenger bag and took a picture if it before removing it from it's frame to see if anything was written on the back.

June 14th, 1993 was written in a messy cursive.

She went into the only bedroom and searched through the closet to find it mostly empty, as if she had packed most of her clothes and taken them with her. She noticed a pull down trap door in the ceiling. She decided to try it, and pulled down the stairs. She climbed them into a small dusty average looking attic, mostly filled with extra furniture and Christmas decorations. Disappointed, she was just about to leave when the trap door slammed shut behind her, causing her to jump about two feet in the air and almost hit her head on the ceiling. She turned around to see Larette crouched down on the other side of the door, where she must have been hiding behind a stack of chairs. Her eyes were bloodshot as if she hadn't gotten any sleep and the look she gave Veronica made her afraid.

"I didn't hurt you, I even gave you any insurance policy to make sure Jeffery didn't hurt you. But you had to turn me in anyway. And as if that wasn't enough, now you break into my home too? You must have a death wish you stupid little girl!"

"Why didn't you just tell me your husband hit you? Why go through Henderson?"

She stared at Veronica, as though surprised at something. "I'm not going to trust some teenage girl with my life. Besides, back when I was about your age I was dating Jeffrey. I got pregnant and two months into it he hit me and I lost the baby. I wanted to get back at him."

"So you pretended to be his girlfriend again."

"Yes, he worked at Hearst and, after being around the campus a few times I heard of you." She seemed defeated. "If my husband finds me here…"

"I'll help you get away if you tell me one thing…how did you?"

The woman smiled and cut her off. "I know a lot of things." They climbed down the stairs from the attic. Within two hours, Veronica had arranged for the woman to safely leave Neptune and she was gone.

Somewhere in Texas: a young girl, about twelve, with brown curly hair walked through the familiar graveyard with her grandmother. It was a normal routine for them to do every Thursday after she got out of school stretching back as far as she could remember. They stopped at the nicely taken care of granite headstone that read:

Allen Davis

1963-1993

Beloved husband