Chapter 6-
Dick's POV
Veronica climbed up the steps to her door, it was off white and the paint was peeling into a dejected puddle of rust by the doormat. As she withdrew her key from her bag, she turned to me and gave me a weak smile and a small wave. I smiled sadly back, and waited for her to go in before I turned around.
I turned on the radio, Amy Winehouse blared out of the speakers. I slowly looked around to see if anyone was around, confirming there wasn't, I began to sing. Well, that's putting it generously. I turned onto the PCH-
"TRY TO MAKE ME GO TO REHAB, NO NO NO"
-and accelerated-
"AIN'T GOT THE TIME, AND IF MY DADDY THINKS I'M FINE-"
"Oi, Weev, its Tweedle Dumber! And I think it's trying to sing!"
Shit. I glanced out the window and saw Weevil and his sidekick drawing closer on their bikes. Stupid Dick, never do something embarrassing on the PCH, you learnt that lesson when Sean got pissed and did the Macarena on the roof of his mom's SUV- the video circulated for weeks.
Just keep your head focused on the road. Think of Veronica, think of Ronnie. His breathing slowed as he caught another glimpse of Weevil, his head still thrown back in mid-laugh. Wait, I'd seen him like that before…
Yes! It was a couple of weeks ago. The Aaron Echolls sex tapes had just been found, and everyone was making it out like Veronica and Lily had been gallivanting around town, seducing men together. Ronnie's squeaky clean rep had been splattered with whispers of sex and scandal. He'd been walking down the corridor, trying not to think about the 5 year old he'd played tag with and who'd given him a crayon drawing of him with a goofy smile on his face leaning against a surf board for his 6th Birthday, when he'd seen her. She was tucked away into a little alcove off the hall with this huge leather clad Latino leaning over her, and it looked like she'd been crying. He was worried for her, but he wasn't supposed to be. Then Weevil laughed, and he realised he has completely misjudged the situation. Weevil wasn't hurting her, he was comforting her. She was giving him a watery smile and had just cracked a joke, probably, he realised bitterly, about him.
He was drawn out of the reverie by Weevil's mean grin reflecting off his wing mirror. I should probably tell him. Yes, Lamb and I will need all the support possible if we're gonna take the son of a bitch who touched Ronnie down. Lamb can get all the officials on our side, and I'm going to work on the 09ers, but we need the rest too, and Weevil can get us the bikers.
Certain that this was the best thing, I pulled over to the side of the road, and got out of the car. Sighing and reminding myself that this was the best thing for Ronnie, I flagged him down. Waiting by the side of the PCH while the leader of the motorcycle gang got bigger and bigger until he was right in front of me was not the way I thought I would spend the afternoon, before I found Ronnie this morning my expectations was pity sex from Madison and then gaming at Logan's. At least this will get me more morality points.
"Well if it isn't Mr Casablancas. What can I do for you sir? Would you like me to do something for you? Polish a shoe, do the dishes, show your woman what a real man feels like?"
Weevil Navarro, the epitome of class, well not that I could talk.
"No. I need to talk to you, in private."
I could tell he was surprised by my seriousness, and possibly that I could in fact speak more than a three word sentence that wasn't 'Logan, let's go surfing', or 'I think the condom broke, bye'.
"Now why would I want to do tha-"
"It's about Veronica"
Weevil's eyes shot up to meet mine. I raised an eyebrow at him. He appeared to contemplate my sincerity for a moment, then turned to his confused sidekick.
"Felix, go meet the boys and say I'm gonna be late. Me and White Chocolate over here have some business to attend to."
"Did he say Veronica? As in Veronica Mar-"
"Felix. Go."
The look Weevil shot at him sent shivers down my spine. I didn't blame Felix for getting on his bike.
"Whatever man. See ya tonight".
Weevil and I watched Felix ride of down the PCH in silence. Then he turned to me and said,
"What did you do to V?"
I opened my mouth to explain,
"You should probably get in the car."