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6.
Three weeks later, and not much had changed for Veronica Mars. Still being ignored and slated at school. She had gone no further with the Lily Kane murder, and still had not discussed her findings with her father. However, on the upside, she and Wallace were growing closer, and her old friendship with Weevil was reforming.
Tonight was Shelly Pomroy's annual start of fall party, a massive bash that always involved getting drunk and lots of making out. She had had it rubbed in her face all week, how she wasn't good enough to go, and after being informed a hundred times that she wasn't welcome at this party, Veronica had decided to take a stand.
So now, dressed up in a cotton white dress, she was ready to leave. She didn't care what people think. She was going, and she was going to attempt to enjoy herself. Ok, she knew she wasn't going to enjoy herself, but she was trying to make a point. Wallace, also not welcome, had decided not to join Veronica on her mission, and Weevil thought she was a 'crazy little blonde girl'.
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Arriving at Shelly's house, Veronica ignored the stares from everyone as she walked into the house, out and through into the massive patio and pool area outside. There were loungers everywhere, filled with already drunk people, laughing, dancing and rubbing up against each other. Veronica used to be one of these people, although, without the rubbing. She and Logan had always been an item at these parties, so Veronica wasn't trying to hook up with anyone.
She passed Logan, who currently had a girl kissing his neck. She looked up at him as she passed, but his eyes failed to respond to her.
Veronica walked over to the 'bar' area and poured herself a vodka. She needed some confidence. She was drinking her second cup when Duncan walked up to her.
'What are you doing here?' He asked her.
Veronica froze. She hadn't run into or spoken to Duncan for three weeks. That night had never been discussed, and she didn't want to get into it now.
'I was invited, duh!' Veronica said sarcastically, finishing off her drink.
'Be careful, Veronica.' Duncan said sincerely, as Logan approached them.
'What have we got ourselves here?' He asked, looking between the two. 'You two shouldn't be talking, I don't want my Duncan getting a bad rep for hanging with the rat.' He smiled sweetly at Veronica. 'Shoo! Away with you vermin!' He swatted his hands at her.
Veronica sighed, turning around and walking away. As she walked, she saw a random cup hanging from someone's hand. She grabbed in and downed it in one swift drink. Rum and coke. Yum.
A few minutes later and Veronica was started to feel a bit fuzzy. The room had started to spin and she felt herself fading in and out of consciousness. Feeling the urge to lie down, Veronica stumbled over to a lounger next to the pool, lying down and closing her eyes, drifting to sleep.
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Keith Mars sat looking over the notes on Lily's death once more. The last three weeks had been brutal because of Veronica's discovery. It changed everything about the murder. Keith had spent these weeks going over every single little detail, writing down everything that he found, everything that didn't make sense anymore.
Nobody's alibis were straight, apart from Duncan and Logan's who had both been in Mexico and hadn't returned until Lily had been found at around 7 o'clock.
Keith looked at Aaron Echolls' phone records, suddenly noticing something he hadn't noticed before. A simple phone call to Clarence Wiedman, Aaron's agent, had been seen to be made after he phoned the police about Lily's murder. However, under closer inspection, it is shown that he actually made the call before he reported the murder.
Keith didn't know where to go with this. The fact was, Abel Koontz was found with some of Lily's belongings, he needed to know how they got there.
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Veronica awoke with a thumping headache and no idea where she was. Looking around, her eyes slowly adjusted, showing that she was in a white room, lying on a white bed. For a moment Veronica was sure she was dead, or in hospital, but then she saw the glass doors, revealing to her what she was pretty sure was Shelly's pool. Getting up, Veronica suddenly realised that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Searching around hastily, Veronica found her underwear on the floor about a metre away from the bed. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she pulled up a strap of her dress.
Veronica felt like she had been winded in the chest when the realisation hit her. Walking slowly out of the room, she shamefully padded down the driveway. Finding her car, she saw the word SLUT painted on the windscreen.
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Veronica got out of her car and walked into the Sheriff's station. Finding Sheriff Lamb at the main desk, she walked up to him.
'Veronica Mars. What a brave move, you coming in here, after that stunt you pulled the other day, I don't know how you did it, but I know you did.'
Veronica ignored him. 'I need to report a crime. I think I've been raped.'
Sheriff Lamb put on what he must have thought was a sympathetic face. 'Is there anyone in particular you'd like me to arrest or should I just round up the sons of the most important families in town?' He asked sarcastically. 'I've got not a shred of evidence to work with here, but that really doesn't matter to your family, now does it?'
Veronica started crying, tears falling from her face.
'Mmmm...look at this. She cries. I'll tell you what, Veronica Mars, why don't you go see the wizard. Ask for a little backbone.' He spat at her.
Veronica shook her head with disbelief, and slowly turned around and left the Station.
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'When am I getting my car back?' Logan asked his father, standing in front of the TV he was watching.
'Why do you need it back?'
'To drive around, go places, see the sights.' Logan replied sarcastically.
'Do you know you were on the news yesterday?' Aaron asked, standing up and walking towards him.
Logan didn't say anything, a sinking feeling arriving in his stomach.
'Yes, the famous movie star's son is caught doing drugs at school! They think you are one of these stupid celebrity kids who can't control themselves, and they are blaming it on my upbringing!' Aaron yelled at him.
'And you played the part so well. The ungrateful son, determined to humiliate his father…' Aaron grabbed Logan around the back of the neck. 'It was utterly impressive!' He yelled, throwing Logan onto the ground.
Logan struggled away as his father moved closer.
'DO you have any idea what you just cost this family? Of course you don't, you never had to work for anything in your life!'
Logan looked up at his father, a mixture of fear and hatred in his eyes.
'Logan, don't you ever, don't you dare, embarrass me again.'
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Veronica was making up dinner for her and her dad while her dad was flicking the channels.
'I hate to say it, but sometimes I get bored of sports.' Keith Mars sighed.
'Just put on the news.' Veronica suggested and Keith obeyed.
They were shown the weather forecast, more sun, and then a story about the cleanliness of hospitals. Both losing interest, Keith and Veronica started talking about a case Keith was working on, when the name Abel Koontz was mentioned.
Both heads whipped to the TV and Keith turned the volume up.
'It has been heard today that Abel Koontz, suspected for the murder of Lily Echolls, will not be pleading not guilty at his trial in court, and has also fired his lawyer.'
Veronica's mouth hit the floor. He was basically admitting it, this wasn't right.
Keith grabbed his laptop. 'I was so stupid!' He cursed at himself.
'What?' Veronica asked, thinking that her dad might open up to her about the murder case.
'I'd run a background check on Abel Koontz, but I had never thought to run a medical check on him.'
Veronica suddenly clicked. 'If he's pleading guilty, then maybe he is innocent, but has nothing to lose.'
Keith Mars nodded. 'It's what I thought.' He sighed, closing his computer.
'What, Dad, tell me!' Veronica cried, standing up.
Keith looked up at his daughter.
'Abel Koontz has terminal cancer. He has around two months to live.'