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"So, you and Veronica aren't together?" Trina asked.

Logan slouched lower, letting his head loll back and forth with the rhythm of the car.

Him and Veronica? Seriously? At this point, Trina was looking up at clueless. Like he'd ever go out with Veronica freaking Mars. Like she'd ever go out with him.

"Logan?" Trina needled.

"Who called you, anyway?" His lips moved sluggishly around the words, and he knew he was slurring. Not like he cared. He and Trina had both seen each other worse off.

"That would be your boyfriend, Duncan."

Through the happy booze cushion, Logan felt a dull pulse of anger. He and Veronica straight up hated each other, and yet she'd followed him out of the dance and offered to drive him home. And what did Duncan do? Duncan called Trina and stayed to party.

"Seriously, little bro – I thought you were just waiting for him to get out of the picture," Trina went on. "If Duncan and Veronica are splitsville, what are you waiting for?"

It was so ridiculous, he wondered if he'd passed out and was dreaming it. In what reality would he ever go out with Veronica? Hook up with – maybe. But only in a self-destructive, hate-sex way.

Okay, so maybe he'd thought about that. More than once. It was one fantasy he wasn't exactly proud of.

"Thanks for the relationship advice, sis," he muttered. "You're such an expert."

His eyes had drifted closed, but he could hear the eye-roll in her voice.

"Well, I always thought Veronica was better for you than Lilly Kane."

Suddenly, he felt wide-awake and stone sober.

"Don't you ever say her name."

The words boomed inside the little BMW, and Logan realized he'd shouted them. He braced for her next jab, already reaching for his comeback. For once, Trina decided not to kick him while he was down.

He was too drunk to stay mad for long. By the time they got home, Trina had to unbuckle his seatbelt and haul him out of the car by his arms.

Dad was out. Maybe he really had felt a little guilty for Mom's suicide. It had taken a full day of Trina's ass kissing to revive the old man's spirits. But revived he was, and now he was off returning visits to all the Aaron fans who'd been tripping over themselves to comfort the grieving widower.

Logan had spent the day watching it all with a healthy dose of skepticism and a mild buzz. He hadn't exactly been subtle with his drinking, but Dad hadn't said a word. Logan wondered how long that was going to last. Maybe if Trina sucked up to him for a few more days, Dad would feel enough like his old self to knock Logan around a little bit.

Trina pulled Logan up the stairs to his room. He pushed past her at the door and collapsed onto his bed as it spun beneath him.

Trina reached down and took off his sunglasses. Logan closed his eyes.

He felt her sit on the edge of his mattress and start stroking his hair. If he kept his eyes closed, he could almost pretend it was Mom touching him. The thought made him want to break down and cry. Luckily, he was too drunk to do anything but focus on not throwing up.

He was just drifting off when Trina pinched his earlobe, hard, between her nails. Logan jerked away, flopping onto his back with an annoyed snarl. Trina laughed.

"Look, little brother," she said, like they were in the middle of a conversation. "I'm just saying that Veronica seems to take care of you. That's not always an easy thing to find."

Logan opened his eyes, but Trina was already gone.

He seriously considered skipping journalism on Monday. Since Saturday night, it felt like something toxic had crawled inside of him. He'd spent the last two nights trying to drink it to death, or at least numb himself to the point where he couldn't feel it anymore. It hadn't really worked. Now, with a churning stomach and a throbbing hangover, The Navigator was pretty much the last thing he gave a shit about.

The truth was, he didn't want to face Veronica. He didn't want to see her pitying looks, he didn't want her to ask if he was okay, and he definitely didn't want her to confront him with what Trina had said about Dad. She hadn't been able to bring it up in front of her boyfriend Deputy Dog, but if they were trapped in a classroom together for fifty minutes, he was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to resist interrogating him.

So when he walked into class and Ms. Dent said, "Logan, you're late," he expected a little more than for Veronica to just glance up from her notebook and say, "Hey."

He gave her a quick half-smile and went to sit on the other side of the room.

He half-listened as Ms. Dent went over the deadlines for this week's issue. Veronica had her head bowed over her notebook, but he could tell from the way her pen was moving that she was doodling, not taking notes.

When Ms. Dent stopped talking, he thought about going to say something to her. But what the hell was he supposed to say? "Thanks for looking for my dead mom, I'll put your check in the mail"? It wasn't like they were friends.

"You okay?" Duncan asked as they left the room 45 minutes later. Veronica hadn't looked at him once.

"Yeah," Logan muttered. "Hey, thanks for calling Trina on me," he added, remembering he was supposed to be mad about that.

Duncan held up his hands. "Sorry, man – I thought it would be better than you getting suspended."

"Hey!" Meg Manning appeared next to them, sliding an arm around Duncan's waist.

"Hey, babe," Duncan said, and leaned down to kiss her.

Wait – Duncan and Meg? Since when? Logan looked around, but Veronica was nowhere in sight. Not that he cared.

"Hi, Meg," Logan said loudly. Duncan and Meg glanced at him. Duncan didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed.

"Hey, Logan," said Meg. "How's it going?"

"Just great," he retorted, beaming sarcastically. "Never better."

Duncan was giving him the stink-eye, and Logan couldn't have given less of a shit.

"Cool," Meg said, wilting a little under Logan's snarkiness. "See you at lunch?" she asked Duncan.

"You got it." He kissed her forehead and she smiled.

Logan looked away, smirking. Blonde, bland and prude – DK certainly had a type. Except for the bland part. Veronica was definitely not that.

"You got a problem?" Duncan snapped as soon as Meg walked off.

Logan shrugged, his smirk widening.

"No problem. Apparently I should just read The Navigator if I want the news on my best friend."

Duncan managed to look guilty for about a second before scowling again.

"I asked you to be my wingman at Kaz's party," he reminded Logan. "You're the one who's been either too busy or too shitfaced to notice what's right in front of your face."

Logan gave a short, sharp laugh. "Yeah, you're right. I guess my mom offing herself has made me kind of selfish."

The bell rang. Logan and Duncan kept glaring as the crowds around them poured into classrooms.

Duncan broke first, walking down the hall without another word. God forbid President Kane be tardy.

Logan went to English, not even bothering with a witty retort when Mr. Daniels gave him shit for being late. Weevil nodded to him and Logan nodded back.

Fighting with Duncan and palling around with Weevil. When had this become his life?

He never used to fight with Duncan. They'd known each other since kindergarten, and been best friends since sixth grade. But Lilly's murder had changed everything.

Losing Lilly was like getting ripped out of his real life and thrown into a nightmare where everything looked the same, but nothing felt right. It was like he was trapped behind a glass wall, looking through it at the old, familiar world, where everyone else got to stay but him. The only thing that had pulled him out of his downward spiral was realizing that Duncan was doing even worse.

D didn't speak for three days – not until they were leaving the funeral. His first words? "Where's Lilly?"

Celeste had gone into hysterics. Mr. Kane had hustled his wife and son into their limo, shutting Logan out. But Logan hadn't left. He'd stuck by Duncan, hanging out with him almost every day, even when "hanging out" meant doing his homework while Duncan stared at the wall. He kept on trying to find their way back to normal, or at least as close to normal as things could ever be again. He dragged Duncan to every party, bullied or tricked him into getting shitfaced, and pushed him toward Shelly Pomroy until he finally got over Veronica enough to hook up with her. Logan told himself it was what Lilly would have wanted him to do. It was definitely what Lilly would have done herself.

It was a game he played a lot after the murder: What Would Lilly Say? He'd gotten so good at it that sometimes, he imagined Lilly's reaction before he even thought of his own. He kept playing because it felt so good to hear her voice. He hated playing because sometimes, Lilly could be a real bitch.

Ugh, so predictable, her voice had groaned in his head the first time he hooked up with Caitlin Ford. Nice try, lover. You're never gonna get over me by screwing the human blow-up doll.

Ooh, strippers and E in TJ. God, you are such a cliché.

He never played the game when Veronica was around. He knew Lilly would be just as pissed as he was about the Mars' attack on the Kanes. Hell – if Lilly were alive, she'd be leading the charge against Veronica. He knew that. But for some reason, he could never get her voice to say it.

So he'd made Veronica's life hell, and he'd made Duncan's as easy as he could. And now – finally – Duncan seemed to be getting better. And he didn't give a shit that Logan was getting worse. The fragile walls Logan had managed to rebuild after Lilly's murder had been torn down by Mom's suicide. Once again, his life had turned to rubble, and Duncan was nowhere in sight.

Come lunchtime, the last thing he felt like doing was sitting at the 09er table, listening to Kaz brag about basketball and watching Duncan and Meg spoon-feed each other like everything was normal. Instead, he ordered a Cho's pizza delivered to his car and settled in, fishing a flask of vodka out of the glove compartment. It was warm, and he winced at the taste. The second and third swigs went down a little easier.

He was halfway through the flask and one slice into the pizza when he spotted Veronica in his rearview mirror. Before he had time to wonder what he was doing, he tapped his horn.

Veronica jumped and whirled toward the noise. He knew she couldn't actually see him through the tinted windows, but he could swear she was glaring straight at him.

For a second, he thought she was going to keep walking. Then she came around to the passenger side and climbed into his car without so much as an invitation. Logan grinned, then saw what she was wearing a laughed outright.

"What, did a twelve year old have a yard sale?"

Veronica crossed her arms and glared, which just made her fuzzy pink hoodie and pink plaid skirt look even stupider.

"It's called a disguise, smartass."

Logan offered her the pizza box, still grinning. She hesitated before taking a slice. For a moment, they sat in a silence that wasn't totally awkward.

"So, does that mean you're on a case?" he asked. He was just buzzed enough to feel chatty, and just sober enough not to risk letting her fill the silence with questions.

Veronica smirked around a bite of pizza. "A very lucrative one. Two excused PE absences and a locker in the east hall."

"Wait, the school hired you?"

"Clemmons himself."

"To do what?"

Her brow furrowed. "Apparently, someone stole our mascot. But you didn't hear it from me."

"Polly?" He snorted. Who the hell would steal a parrot? And who the hell would hire a PI to track it down? "They hired you to find a parrot?"

Veronica shrugged. "What can I say? People love that bird."

They chewed in silence for a while. He'd dropped his flask under the seat before she got in, but she could probably tell he'd been drinking. She must have had plenty of practice with her mom. For once, he didn't feel like saying that out loud.

"So what are you doing out here?" Veronica finally asked, picking at her crust.

Logan tipped his head back against the seat so he didn't have to look at her.

"Oh, you know. Needed a break from the adoring masses."

"Ah, the plight of the popular," Veronica sighed with mock nostalgia. "I remember it well."

Logan smirked at her and she smiled back. This was… nice. He realized he didn't want her to leave.

So, of course, she did.

"I should get going," she said, popping the door open. He could tell from her face that this was awkward, but it didn't feel that way to him. Maybe he was drunker than he'd thought.

"People to interrogate?" he joked. "Balls to break?"

Veronica grinned. "Day in the life. Thanks for the pizza."

He raised a slice in an imaginary toast as she slid out of his car. She gave him one last, tiny smile before disappearing in a swish of pink plaid.

Logan slumped against his headrest with a sigh.

"Okay, Lilly," he muttered to himself. "What have you got to say?"

For once, Lilly's voice was completely silent.

By the time Logan got home from school, Dad and Trina were both out.

At a Spanish lesson, Dad's note said. Consuela's got the night off. Hasta dinero!

God, Dad's Spanish really was tragic. What was that even supposed to mean? "See you for dinner"?

Logan opened a bag of chips in defiance and sat down to contemplate the long, depressing night in front of him. He could go for a swim. He could play video games. He could watch TV. He could do all of that and more in his huge, empty house, all by himself. Poor little rich boy.

So when Duncan called, he wasn't really in a position to hold a grudge.

"Hey, man," DK said, like they hadn't even been fighting. "My folks are riding my ass. Can I come over?"

They grabbed a couple beers and some popcorn and headed to the pool house. Duncan jabbered about school and sports and it was so easy and normal that Logan felt some of the weight lift off his chest.

"Where's Meg?" Logan asked as they fired up the PlayStation.

"Babysitting." Duncan tossed a fistful of popcorn in his mouth and grimaced. "Sorry for not telling you about that. It just happened this weekend. I didn't want to make a big deal until I knew she was into it."

"No sweat," Logan said, fiddling with his controller. "I've been pretty out of it lately."

"Understandable."

The game started up, giving them an excuse not to look at each other.

"You should come out, you know," Duncan said. "Get out of the house. Kaz is hosting another rager after the Pan High game."

"I don't know – I'm kind of enjoying this whole 'drinking alone' thing."

"That's because you're a greedy bastard."

Logan laughed and it hurt a little less.

He tried hard the next day. He coasted through classes like normal and he ate lunch at their same old table. He laughed along with everyone else as Dick told them how he and Beav sent a load of goat meat to Pan High so they'd think Neptune had slaughtered their mascot.

It was the same thing he'd done after Lilly's murder: just keep going through the motions until it started to feel like living again. But back then, he'd had Veronica to hate and Duncan to take care of. Now the only person he had to blame was himself, and no one needed him.

So he kept going through the motions. He went to Kaz's party and got shitfaced with his friends. He went to classes – most of them – and made his usual half-assed attempt at studying for midterms. He surfed and drank and played video games. He made nice with Meg, who was just as prude as he'd expected, and twice as bland. She would've driven Lilly nuts.

Dad was out most nights, taking pottery, or tae kwon do, or whatever fad had caught his attention that week. Trina was out at parties and openings, screwing her way through the dregs of IMDb. Logan mostly had the house to himself, which was fine when his friends were there, but sucked ass the rest of the time.

Memories of Mom lurked in every corner, waiting to ambush him when he least expected it. He'd see a pair of her shoes that Trina had kicked off in the hall, or find an earring collecting dust behind the liquor cabinet, or catch a whiff of her perfume, and he'd wind up sobbing on the floor. One afternoon, he started putting on sunscreen and cried for half an hour because the smell reminded him of their trip to Italy last year.

He wondered if it made things easier for Veronica that her family had moved right before her mom skipped out. Somehow, that didn't seem like an okay thing to ask.

He kept an eye on her as the weeks went by. They didn't talk, but he watched her, and he kind of felt like she was watching him. He saw her at the Pan basketball game, huddled at the end of the bleachers, her arms wrapped around her stomach like she was fending off punches. He listened to the basketball guys rave about how she'd saved Polly and the game, and watched Duncan pretend not to care. He watched her eat lunch by herself when her friend Wallace hung out with the jocks. He watched her walk through the hallways in a daze, so plugged into her Walkman (who the hell owned a Walkman anymore?) that she didn't even notice Dick pantomiming blowjobs behind her back.

Pretty soon, it had been a month since the Sunset Regent, and he still hadn't paid her. He kept meaning to put a check in the mail, but then he'd think he should do it in person, and somehow, he didn't do either.

Just talk to her already, Lilly's exasperated voice said in his head. You know you want to.

He did want to. For some weird reason that he couldn't explain, he missed Veronica. Maybe it was because she was the only person who really got it about his mom. Maybe it was because she was the only one who'd tried to help find her. Maybe it was just that all his 09er friends suddenly bored the crap out of him.

Whatever the reason, he found himself sitting in his car outside Mars Investigations one day after school, wondering just how much he was going to regret this.

The door was open when he went up. He could hear voices coming from Mr. Mars's office, so he sat on the couch to wait.

That was when he saw Lilly.

A laptop was open in front of him, Lilly's face smiling at him from the screen. It was a picture of her and Veronica from homecoming, right before they got in the limo. He was pretty sure he'd taken it.

It was a long time since Lilly had blindsided him. Now the sudden memory of that night – the champagne, the ocean, the laughter – sent him reeling. So it took him a moment to notice the blocky yellow words above her head.

LILLY KANE MURDER INVESTIGATION.

What?

There were half a dozen folders lined up on the desktop. He felt the acid rise in his throat as he read each label: Jake Kane, Celeste Kane, Duncan Kane, Logan Echolls, Eli "Weevil" Navarro… What the hell was this?!

He clicked on his own file. A document popped up with three tabs: Alibi, Evidence and Motive. He clicked through them, his stomach churning.

Alibi: In Mexico. Witnesses: Dick & Cassidy Casablancas.

Evidence: None.

Motive: Sure. But I don't buy it.

Well, that was nice at least. Veronica didn't think he was a murderer. Should he be flattered? Or just relieved she didn't know that he'd driven back to Neptune the afternoon of the murder? Dick and Beaver were the only ones who knew that, and they'd sworn not to tell, but looking at these files, he wouldn't put anything past Veronica Mars.

He opened Duncan's file next.

Alibi: NONE. No memory of the day of the murder.

A woman left Mr. Mars's office and Logan hurried to click on "Evidence" in case Veronica was behind her.

Falsified alibis for all 3 Kanes.

Kanes framed Koontz & paid him to confess – who are they protecting?

Cover-up of Duncan's Type 4 epilepsy. Violent fits?

The edges of Logan's vision turned red.

Bullshit. No way was any of this true. Veronica and her father were either nut-jobs or backstabbing liars. He couldn't believe he'd let himself forget that.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Veronica leave her dad's office.

"What is it with the Mars family?" he demanded.

She slammed the laptop shut just as he got his fingers clear.

"God, Veronica – you really believe Lilly's murder was some sort of vast conspiracy?"

"I don't know what you saw…" she started. He could see her trying to spin it into something not awful and he cut her off.

"A file on Duncan." If she had any decency at all, she'd be ashamed about that. Duncan had loved her. Lilly had loved Duncan. The idea that Duncan could ever hurt Lilly was twisted and insane.

"There's a file on everyone," Veronica said. Like that made it okay.

"Yeah," Logan snorted. "It's thorough."

He stood, looking down so his eyes wouldn't give him away when he tested her.

"Glad my alibi held up."

"Out of the country, two eyewitnesses," she agreed immediately. "It's airtight."

So she bought it. Well, that was one small comfort. Now there was just the fact the Veronica had been collecting dirt on all the people who had loved Lilly. While everyone else was trying to put their lives back together, Veronica was trying to tear them back down.

"Hey, what do you think Lilly would make of you investigating all the people who loved her?"

"I loved Lilly," Veronica insisted. She sighed and sank into her chair, looking even smaller than usual behind the big reception desk. "Maybe if I didn't, I'd be able to drop this."

He could get mad. He could call her a traitor and go back to slashing her tires and slut-sneezing when she walked past. But Veronica had loved Lilly. He guessed he'd always known that, even when she did things that made him wonder if she'd been fooling them all along. Despite a laptop of evidence to the contrary, he couldn't believe that the girl who'd tried so hard to find his mom could be cruel.

The thought reminded him of the check in his pocket, a month overdue. He pulled it out and handed it to her.

"I just came to give you this," he muttered.

She stared at it like she'd never seen a check before. Or maybe she'd just never seen a number with that many zeros.

He pushed it at her and forced a smile. "Thanks. For…" For believing me when no one else would? For putting up with my crazy bullshit? For not telling everyone that I lost my shit in a five star hotel?

"For looking for my mother," he finished.

Finally, she took the check.

She stared at it for a moment before looking up at him with a soft, sad smile.

"Your mom was always nice to me," she said. Then she folded the check and tore it in half.

Somehow, Veronica always managed to surprise him. It wasn't like he needed the money, but she did. The corner of his mouth twitched up in spite of himself. Veronica's lips thinned in the slightest of smiles.

Without another word, Logan turned and left the office.

His mind was back on the laptop by the time he reached the street. He wished he'd had more time to look at it. It was like a festering wound – he knew looking would make him sick, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Logan got in his car and pointed it toward Cape Crescent. His head was always clearer by the ocean.

If there was that much dirt in Duncan's file, what was in Mr. Kane's? Could Veronica honestly believe that Jake murdered Lilly? Was she insane? Or did she really hate the Kanes that much?

That was one rumor that had floated around school last year: that Veronica had convinced her dad that Mr. Kane murdered Lilly to get back at Duncan for dumping her. Logan hadn't actually started that one, but it had been surprisingly persistent.

I loved Lilly, Veronica had said. As much as he'd tried to convince himself otherwise, Logan knew that it was true. Veronica had always been there for Lilly, trying to keep her from going too far and then taking care of her when she inevitably did. In a lot of ways, Veronica had been the heart of their group – always there with a shoulder to lean on or a plan to get them out of trouble. For better or worse, the four of them had loved each other. That was what made everything that came after suck so hard.

Duncan and Lilly had been a part of Logan's life for so long that he couldn't even remember meeting them. They'd always just been there, as familiar and reliable as his limbs. Until one day, his Lilly-limb got cut off, and his Duncan-limb stopped working right and he was just some weird half-man, turning circles on one gimpy leg.

Veronica, on the other hand, he remembered meeting. He was twelve and they'd just moved to Neptune, as far from the adoring flashbulbs of Hollywood as Dad would let them go. The Kanes had offered to take Logan and Trina to Lilly's soccer practice while Mom and Dad oversaw the unpacking. Trina had yawned and flounced off to the pool, but Dad had already shoved Logan into a wall once that morning, and he'd jumped at the chance to escape.

Jake and Celeste had immediately been mobbed by the rest of the Neptune PTA, and Duncan had a scarily big group of friends that Logan hadn't really been up for meeting yet, so he'd wandered around the field, watching the girls run back and forth in their little green shorts and cleats.

At one point, a girl ran over to where he was standing on the sidelines. She was tiny and blonde, her face stuck somewhere between pretty and cute. She took a swig from her water bottle, watching him out of the corners of her eyes.

Because he was a jackass even then, he'd said, "Aren't you a little small for contact sports?"

She'd swallowed, a retort leaving her lips just a second behind the bottle.

"Do you like watching all girls sweat, or just the pre-pubescent ones?"

Logan had laughed in genuine surprise, and the girl's cherry-balm lips had twisted into a smirk.

"Pretty sure I'm the same age as you, pipsqueak."

She'd quirked an unconvinced eyebrow. "Whatever, perv."

In that moment, Logan had realized that he'd been wrong. This girl wasn't pretty, and she wasn't cute. She was hot.

He'd liked Veronica even before the four of them had become inseparable. And, despite his best efforts, he'd missed her after they'd fallen apart.

He parked in the crowded lot and walked along the beach, relishing the soft sound of sand crunching under his sneakers. He hung back from the water, avoiding the crowds until they thinned as the beach turned rocky. There was a little craggy area where he and Lilly used to hide out when it was late and their parents were making them miserable. They'd sit here and drink and fool around and sometimes talk about things that actually mattered. Lilly didn't open up often, but he'd loved it when she did. He loved feeling like she trusted him, wanted him – needed him. He could count the people who'd seen that side of Lilly on three fingers.

He tried to imagine Lilly's death from Veronica's point of view. If he didn't know that Abel Koontz had murdered Lilly, wouldn't he do everything he could to find out who had done it? Wouldn't he want to make them pay?

But Koontz had murdered Lilly. Everyone knew it – the guy had confessed, for Christ's sake. Falsified alibis? Payoffs? It sounded ridiculous because it was. No matter what Veronica had convinced herself was true…

The third piece of so-called evidence in Veronica's Duncan file came back to him and his throat tightened, a cold shiver crawling up his spine.

It was early last year, a few days after his and Lilly's latest – and final – breakup. He'd gone over to the Kanes' place. His excuse was hanging out with Duncan, but he'd been hoping to see Lilly so he could apologize again, or maybe tell her what a bitch she was being. He'd gone to her room, but she wasn't there. He'd been eying the air vent, wondering if he was enough of a jealous loser to look inside. That was when Duncan started screaming.

Logan had sprinted toward the sound. He'd burst into the library to find Duncan and Mr. Kane struggling on the floor. Duncan's hands were around his father's throat. It looked so different from Logan's showdowns with his own father that he'd just stared at first, not understanding what he was seeing.

Then Logan had grabbed Duncan around the chest and tried to pull him away. He might have yelled something. He couldn't remember what.

Duncan had gone suddenly limp. When he looked up, the confusion in his eyes stopped Logan from asking questions. Duncan had looked just as shocked as Logan felt.

Logan had expected Mr. Kane to start yelling, but Jake had just held Duncan's face and stroked his hair, like Duncan was the one who'd been hurt.

"It's okay, son," he'd said.

Logan remembered that part. Remembered how Jake's voice had been hoarse from Duncan trying to strangle him. Remembered how he'd watched Mr. Kane hug his son, and felt queasy with envy.

The next day at school, Logan asked Duncan what was going on with him and his dad. Duncan frowned and asked what he was talking about.

Logan had let it drop. Still, seeing Duncan lose it like that had scared him. As pissed as he'd been at Veronica for breaking up him and Lilly, he'd considered telling her about it. If Duncan could attack Mr. Kane, he might attack anyone.

Then, out of nowhere, Duncan dumped Veronica. Logan had been dickishly pleased that Veronica was getting a taste of her own medicine, and relieved for the excuse not to betray his best friend's confidence. After Lilly's murder, he'd forgotten the whole thing. Until now.

Logan had met maybe four good fathers in his entire life. Mr. Kane was one of them. There was no way in hell he'd murdered Lilly. But someone was lying about something. And Veronica might be the only one who knew why.

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