You know less than a week ago, I figured this night would go differently. Dad would win by a landslid than Wallace and I would sneak some champagne before prank calling Lamb and after Weevil would come over and everyone would know that we were together.
She looks around the room as everyone waits with baited breath watching the TV. Cliff sits with him, downing his drink.
Instead I am watching a nail-bitter race, Wallace is off with his dad in Chicago trying to find himself barely responding to my numerous emails and I'm meeting Weevil at the office just to spend time with him, hoping that we can let everyone know soon that we're together.
"Don't worry everyone. There is still twenty minutes." he dad says to the crowded room. He leans to her and whispers, "We can still get a straggler vote."
"Um, you're out of weenies and I'm out of cocktail." Cliff says holding up his empty glass. "Anything works."
She grabs the glass and heads into the kitchen.
"Latest results show that Don Lamb is ahead by a percent." ~ News Anchor
"Whatever you find, make it a double." Cliff mutters.
Gladly..
"It's official. Woody Goodman is the Mayor of Neptune and we are calling the sheriff's race...Don Lamb holds his seat in what was a nail-biter race." ~ News Anchor
The sounds of groans and moans fill the room.
It's official ...Life Sucks.
"We'll get 'em next time." he dad says. "Thanks for all the work."
Slowly everyone starts to leave until it's just her, dad and Cliff.
"Well on the bright side, forty-nine percent of Neptune likes you." Cliff says trying to lighten the mood.
Her dad laughs sligtly.
"It wasn't even a contest until Lamb used you as a scapegoat for the crash. I could have easily leaked that tape of the explosion." she tells him.
"No, kiddo. Keeping out of the public was the best thing for the investigation."
"No, the best thing would have been someone knowing what the hell they are doing in charge." she mutters.
"It's done kiddo. Go spend some time with your boyfriend." he says trying to shoo her out of the apartment.
"Boyfriend?" Cliff asks confused.
"Yeah, we were keeping it quiet due to the election. You'll know soon enough." she says with a smile grabbing her bag and heading out.
"Hey, you waiting for me?" she calls out seeing Weevil waiting on his bike.
"Possible. You look like my girlfriend. Sound like my girlfriend. Feel like my girlfriend." he says pulling her close. "And you smell like her. Yeah, I'm waiting on you." he says with a grin before placing a soft kiss on her neck.
"Come on." she says pulling him into the building.
"Sorry he didn't win. Everyone in my house voted for him." he says following her.
She smiled softly. They turn down the hallway leading to the office and find someone next to the door.
"Hey!" Weevil says putting himself in front of her.
"Veronica Mars." Abel Koontz says standing.
"Abel Koontz?" she and Weevil says surprised.
"I need your help." Koontz says trying to walk forward but wobbling. weevil moves forward before he falls flat on his face.
"Let's get him inside." she says unlocking the office.
"Amelia, my daughter..she's missing. I need to find her before I die." Koontz says.
Luckily, Weevil talked her out of setting up a surprise for her dad, so they headed right in and Weevil helped Koontz to the small couch.
"She signed the settlement papers with Kane last spring."
"And how much is the going rate for taking the fall?" she snarks, grabbing the phone book.
"Three million."
Weevil whistles and she rolls her eyes, sitting done on the arm of the couch.
"I need you to find her." Koontz begs.
"Why should she help you?" Weevil asks placing a hand on her lower back as he moves to stand behind her.
"I'm begging, please. I missed her twenty first birthday..I doubt that I will make it to her next one." Koontz pleads, tears staring to form.
She grabs the phone and starts dialing.
"What are you doing?" Koontz asks confused.
She doesn't respond to him, just waits for who she called to pick up, "Hi..I need to bring someone in, where is you ER entrance?"
"I don't care about me, please find my daughter?!" Koontz responds.
"I'll look for her, one since you begged and two, only if you check into the hospital. There's no point in my looking for her if you haven't made sure that you're around long enough for me to find her."
Koontz nods, agreeing.
"Help me get him there?" she asks looking up at Weevil. He nods and drops a kiss on the side of her neck and moves to help Koontz to his feet.
A few hours later, she gets off the bike and heads to find Amelia's boyfriend. Since all other routes were bringing up nada. Weevil watches her run across the campus from the bike, narrowing his eyes when he notices more than one guy check out her ass. It was taking everything in him not to go wrap his arms around her waist and claim her as his.
Feeling eyes on her, she turns to see her boyfriend staring at half the guys that she had passed, laughing she turns and heads back to him.
"Do you want to come with me?" she asks as she slips her arms under his jacket and rest them at his lower back.
"Nay, I'm just the ride." he says his eyes hidden behind his glasses.
Lifting herself on her toes, she brushes a kiss on his mouth. She smiles against his mouth when she feels his hands slips over her hips and cup her ass, pulling her closer.
Laughing softly she moves away, "Better."
"Much. Go. Work." he says smirking as she walks off. This time not one guy dares to look at her, just stare at him. Yeah, mine don't forget it.
She leans against the desk as Mike, Amelia's boyfriend, grabs a bottle of water out of his fridge.
"Sorry, I can't help you. The last time I saw her was in Ibiza."
"Seriously?" she asks a little surprised.
"Yup. She showed up after finals and says 'I just got a ton of money'. Next thing I know, we're in Europe. Ended up in Ibiza. It was amazing. I mean we went to the beach every day, went to cool parties."
"I'm sensing a but here..."
"Yeah, one night we're at this club where they drop foam on you at midnight. We're there, hangin' out. Foam drops and she's gone. I had to call my parents to fly me home."
"And...you're not worried?" she asks knowing that if she was at a party with someone and they disappeared, she would search high and low for them.
"She ditched me. The girl's got three million to keep her warms at night. If she's really in trouble, she took all my phone cards, so she could call me if she needed to."
"Those cards...you by any chance write those numbers down anywhere?" she asks.
Mike nods and points to a folder on his desk.
"Thanks." she says copying the numbers before she heads out.
On her laptop, sitting on Weevil's bed since he is watching Ophelia, she starts a post on Ibiza forum.
"What you doing?" Ophelia asks looking up at her from her coloring book.
"Trying to find a friend." she tells her as she types. Missing Friend. Amelia. Looking for Amelia, last seen in Ibiza in August. Father ill. Please IM with any info. and attaches photo of Amelia.
"Will that work?" Weevil ask sitting down next to her.
She doesn't answer just picks up the copy of the phone card numbers that Amelia took from Mike.
"Maybe." she says digging into her bag and grabs her phone. She dials and waits for him to pick up.
"It's Cliff."
"Cliffy. Need a quick favor." she says with a smile. Weevil leans against the wall of his bed and without asking moves her so that she is sitting between his legs.
"No can do. I'm in the middle..."
"Cliff, you owe me." she says leaning back so that he can wrap his arms around her waist. Ophelia smiles watching them and goes back to coloring.
"I owe you? Who unconfiscated all your fake college IDs?"
"Who got your car out of your ex's name?"
Weevil smirks as he listens to her work.
"And proved that stripper was colour-blind?"
"Okay, who am I calling and what am I giving them?"
Smirking she grabs the paper, "World-Telecom. I texted you the number I need run. Nothing melts an operator's heart like an overwrought Fred MacMurray."
"Yeah, yeah."
"That was fast." she says when she sees that she has a new email. Opening it she starts reading.
Tuscany...Florence...Lisbon...Ibiza..."Neptune?"
"She was in Neptune last week?" Weevil asks reading over her shoulder.
"How many calls only last two minutes?" she asks.
"Not sure." he mutters. He's about to say something else when his phone starts buzzing. He smiles looking at the message.
"What?"
"Witness came forward in Felix's murder. Echolls is in jail." he tells her dropping a kiss on her mouth.
She wants to be happy but is unsure about a witness coming forward after such a long time.
"But that is for another time, I need to get you home." he says reluctantly when he hears Letty come in the house.
Nodding she collects her stuff and follows him to the bike.
Unable to sleep, she sits at her laptop searching for the phone number that Amelia called from in Neptune.
She scoffs when the address the payphone is comes up. Girl goes missing after taking cash from Kane Software, only to show up at the pay phone across the street from there months later before falling of the face of the earth.
Grabbing her phone, she sends Weevil a text that she's going to be a little late tomorrow.
Dammit I wanted to show everyone that we're together.
Clarence Wiedman walks into his office to find her sitting behind his desk.
"Remind me, what are you the head of again? I would have thought covering up Lilly's murder would have snagged you a better office."
"What are you doing here?" he stalks in towards her.
"Any idea where Amelia DeLongpre is?" she asks leaning back in his chair, crossing her arms.
"Last time I saw her you were hiding her."
"That's funny because she made a call from across the street."
"She didn't speak to me. I have to get back to work." he reaches his desk and goes to reach for his phone, more than likely to call someone to escort her out.
"Don't worry, I can show myself out." she stalks out of the room.
"It's awesome, we gotta go." Dick says to Duncan and Meg as Weevil and a few of his boys come up to them.
"Yeah, bro..but make sure to bring cigarettes and toiler paper, that shit is gold."
The three of them look at him in confusion.
"You were talking about visiting your little buddy Logan in jail, right?"
Looking lost, "We were talkin' about Senor Shrimp." Dick says.
Meg moves closer to Duncan, worry on her face.
"Now that they got a witness to your boy killin' Felix you might want to go visit him. Jail can be scary for such a...easy guy."
"Did I miss something? It's a crime to kill a Mexican?" Dick asks confused.
Thumper comes forward to go after Dick just as Veronica steps between the PCHers and 09ers.
"Duncan please get your pet out of here or Weevil's boy is gonna kill 'em." she says standing next to Weevil.
"Figures." Dick scoffs as Duncan and Meg lead him away.
"That boy needs an ass whoopin'. Might smarten him up."
She shakes her head and gives Weevil a head tilt. With a smile she gives him a quick kiss at his nod, causing all the boys with him to get wide eyes when she heads to class.
"Great." Thumper scoffs as they head in the other direction. "You're hooking up with Veronica Mars now."
"Yeah.. got a problem with it." he snarls.
Thumper gets out of answering when Hector joins them.
"What's up?" he asks seeing that Hector is upset.
"Logan made bail. Just walked out."
"Fuck, these white boys get away with everything. We shoulda done somethin' a long time ago." Thumper snarls.
Weevil glares a him to shut his mouth.
"He's right, man. Things are bein' said."
"Like what?" he growls.
"My little brother asked if it's true that PCH stands for Panty Club for Homos." Hector said.
"Looks like it's time we do somethin' about Logan Echolls." he says looking off in the direction that V and the 09ers had gone off in.
"Your girl gonna have a problem with that?" Thumper scoffs glancing the way V had gone.
"Leave V to me." he says.
"So you slumming it now?" Dick calls out as she gets near.
"Slumming it would mean dating you." she snarks passing by.
"Veronica, which is better Chasers or Senor Shrimp?" Meg calls out.
"For what?" she ask turning to look at them. "To watch a bunch of drunk sorority girls try to walk in a straight line."
Meg goes over to her in a somewhat truce trying to make up for the past few months. "Enbom is getting them new fake IDs." she says standing next to her.
"We talking again?" she asks slightly confused.
Meg nods hopeful. "I've been a bitch, please forgive me."
"I'll try." she says and thinking about the IDs, something clicks. "We'll talk later."
Meg nods as she watches her run off.
Pulling out her phone she calls Amelia's boyfriend. She finds out from him that Amelia had a fake ID with the name 'Margot Schnell'. In computer class, she logs onto PryingEyez and finds out that 'Margot' rented a car nearby.
"Bingo." she says softly smiling.
Once school is over, she heads right for the Rental company. She charms the manager and is able to find out that Amelia rented a white Lesabre and it hasn't been returned. She heads out to the hallway and watches as the manager berates one of his coworkers.
Usually two people pull this number but since my go to is AWOL and Weevil is with his boys, it's a one woman show.
Pretending to be distressed businesswoman, she waits until the manager leaves and goes right to the employee that he was berating.
"You need to help me." she says to the girl.
"What is the problem?"
"Well for starters my coworker is an unbearable Nazi, kinda like that guy." she says pointing at the managers photo on the wall. "I am have to do a presentation and crush him, unfortunately I left my laptop in my rental."
The employee asks her about the car and she gives her all the information that she had gotten out of the manager.
She looks it up and says it's rented out now.
She asks if there is anyway that they can get a hold of the person in the car.
After a little pleading, the girl gives in and gives her the GPS coordinates.
She heads to Amelia's previous location, which is in a small hotel. She knows she should have seen if Weevil could come with her but they just came out, not sure how it would look if she wedged into boy time.
The manager waves a sign that it's thirty dollars a night when she enters the office.
"I'm looking for someone." she starts.
"Unless you're looking for me, there isn't anybody around." the manager jokes.
"I'm looking for a friend." and she's him a photo of Amelia.
He recognizes her and says that she rented a room several days ago.
When she asks to be let into the room, he once again tells her that the rooms are thirty dollars a night.
Annoyed, she gives in and pays him.
Confused, why a girl with millions of dollars would end up in a motel as shabby as this one.
As they search the room, her phone rings, making her jump.
"Where are you?" her dad asks the instant she picks up.
"Ummm...An art gallery."
"Prove it."
"What?"
"Send me a photo that shows me that you are at an art gallery and than come home. We need to talk."
"Dad..."
"Is there a reason you never told me about Curly Moran."
She closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. "I didn't want you to worry. Trust me I've been doing enough for the both of us."
"About what?"
She tells him her theory that Aaron Echolls orchestrated the crash. That Curly was behind it and the crash was meant to kill her.
"I need to know the truth dad. The guilt would drive me crazy if I didn't."
"We'll talk when you get home. Send me that photo." he says as he hangs up.
She arranges several paintings on one wall to imitate an art gallery, and takes a picture with her camera, which she then sends from laptop to her dad.
While sending she notices that her laptop's Bluetooth connection caught a signal from Amelia's Palm Pilot whose range is limited to thirty feet. She asks the manager if anyone is staying in the room next to hers. The manager once again points out the price for a room. Irritated, she once again pays 30 dollars.
Room 109 no Amelia, no Palm Pilot.
She asks about the other neighboring room; predictably, the manager expects yet another 30 dollars.
Room 111 no Amelia nor her Palm Pilot.
She looks around and notices a ice machine. She opens the hatch and digs through. Slowly she reveals a hand and hair.
She runs back to room 110 and she grabs her phone and starts to dial anyone.
Weidman rushes in to room and shuts the door.
"I though I told you to mind your own business."
She drops her phone onto the bed. "My dad knows where I am." she says shakily.
"Was it Amelia? In the machine?" Weidman asks.
"I..."
"I didn't tell you everything. I did talk to Amelia. She called and demanded another two hundred and fifty thousand dollars."
"Why would she need more money?" she asks confused.
"I gave her the money in marked notes, after making her promise to disappear until the legal problems were settled. She left but the bills showed up here."
The two of them go back to the lobby to talk to the manager.
After some threatening from Weidman, he admits that Amelia was with a friend and describes Mike, Amelia ex, who claimed not to know where she was.
Sending Weevil a text that she was going to be missing most of school to find out about Amelia, she heads to Mike's dorm with Weidman.
Be careful, see you tonight? ~ Weevil
Smiling she tells him that she will and knocks on the door.
Mike opens the door and asks her what's going on just before Wiedman suddenly enters and stuffs a sock in his mouth. She protests, but Weidman pushes him out of his dorm room window and holds him by his shirt.
"You just said you were going to ask him questions." she says hysterically.
He interrogates Mike, asking him yes or no questions while dangling him. He asks if he's seen Amelia in the past two weeks and Mike shakes his head no. He asks him if he conspired with her to blackmail Kane Software and Mike shakes his head no again.
"He doesn't know anything and if he falls, he's going to break his neck." she says not as hysterical as she was.
He repeats the last question about conspiring to blackmail Kane Software and Mike vehemently shakes his head. He then asks him if he killed Amelia and Mike shakes his head.
As they walk away from Mike's room, she asks where he learned that interrogation technique.
He says Harvard and then asks where she learned her hysterical routine.
She replies that it's from watching cheerleading tryout results.
She asks him if he thinks Mike did it and he says that nobody's that good of a liar.
She gets back to school at lunch time to see her boyfriend and a few of his boys heading right for Logan.
Shit..what happened?
She rushes toward them.
"Hey!" Weevil yells at Logan. He slams a piece of paper on the table in front of Logan. "What the hell is this?" he snarls.
Logan smirks and picks it up. "Esta? Una?" turning to Dick, "What is their word for paper?"
"Uh..pay-pair-o." Dick says smirking.
"Okay..I'll translate. Just don't tell anyone I helped you cheat." he smirks at Weevil as she comes to stand next to him. "This is an eviction notice."
"You bought Letty's house." she asks in utter disdain that he would stoop that low.
"Yup, Su casa is now mi casa. Seeing how my house burnt down I needed a new one."
"If you kick out my family.." he snarls. She places a hand on his arm, hoping to keep him from attacking Logan.
"Should have known you'd turn to Paco here. You really enjoy Lilly's leftovers, don't you?" he smirks at her as he picks up his pizza.
He snaps and pulls from her and shoves it into Logan's face.
"Shit." she mutters as Dick and Logan get to their feet.
"I was enjoying that." Logan says with a twisted snarl on his face.
"Not as much as I'm going to enjoy this." he says with a dark smile.
She quickly gets out of the way as all the boys go after each other. She watches as teachers pull them apart.
"Break it up!" one of the teachers yells.
The teacher glares at both of them until Weevil storms off. His boys right behind him.
Give him some space, if he needs me, he'll let me know.
With a glare at Logan, she leaves.
That night she lays on her bed, staring at her phone and laptop.
Weevil had texted asking if they could see each other another night, he wasn't in the right mind to have her around him. She had been upset but told him that if he changed his mind he was welcome to come over.
She finishes her email to Wallace about everything that has happened this week and sends it to him. She's about to close her laptop when someone named enriqueFreaque69 asks to video chat.
She accepts and attaches her webcam.
"Are you Veronica?" a blonde with a thick accent asks.
"I saw your post. Is this the girl that you are looking for?" she asks sending a photo of Amelia in a group photo.
"Yeah...but um she's been found..."
"Did she finally get rid of that boyfriend of hers?"
"The guy next to her?" she asks looking at Mike.
"He seemed nice at first but I've never seen a guy lie right to your face and you would never know it."
She quickly puts the conversation on hold and calls the manager at the motel.
She forwards him the photo and he lets her know that the guy with Amelia wasn't Mike but the guy on the other side of her in the photo.
She checks with Enriquefreaque69. The other guy was the boyfriend.
She calls Weidman and tells him that the man who killed Amelia is Carlos Mercado.
He decides to track down Carlos, despite the fact that he is a diplomat's son.
Grabbing her stuff, she sends her dad and Weevil a message that she is going to the hospital to tell Koontz about Amelia.
Neither text her back.
She slowly walks to the nurses station.
How the hell am I going to tell a dying man that his daughter is gone and the millions he sacrificed for led to her death.
"Excuse me?" she stops one of the nurses. "Abel Koontz? How is he doing?"
"A day, two if he's lucky." the nurse tells her.
"Thanks." she says softly looking at his door.
The answer is...I don't.
"She's trying to get here as fast as possible, but there was an early snow so she's waiting for a helicopter." she says lying through her teeth to the man on his deathbed.
"But she's happy?" he rasps out.
"Backpacking the Himalayas isn't my idea of a fun time but she's enjoying it."
Koontz smiles softly and holds out his hand.
She takes it and slowly the guilt she feels fades.
One more lie, to put his mind at ease, is worth it.
She sits down in the chair next to the bed as she waits for him to fall asleep.
A couple hours later she leaves the hospital and finds her boyfriend sitting on her car.
"Hi." she says softly when she gets to him.
"Hey." he says as she stands between his legs.
She tilts her head at him, "You okay?"
He laughs and shakes his head as he places his hands on her hips. "No but doing better. I'm just worried about Abuela and Ophelia and..."
"I get it. So less pitchforks than I though there would be." she tries to joke.
"Hector and the others were not very surprised that I'm with you. Want to know if you have any more 'Get out of Jail' free cards left."
"Kinda sold my sold my soul to get the last one. Did you burn down Logan's house?" she asks already knowing the answer.
He nods.
"Want to come over and watch a movie or something?" she asks.
"That's it?" he asks confused as she moves so he can get off her car.
She leans forward and kisses him and he forgets how bad the day has been.
He turns off the TV, turning off the sound of The Big Lebowski and clears his throat glaring at the couple entwined on his couch.
They ignore him so he clears his throat louder.
He notices a hand disappear.
"TIME TO GO HOME ELI!" he yells finally causing them to separate.
"Dad...when did you get home?" she asks breathlessly, pulling down her shirt as she stands up. Eli stands with his back to him but he knew that the boy was adjusting himself at least that's all he hoped he was doing. He narrowed his eyes at Veronica's jeans, which were unbuttoned. Calming breaths, calming breaths...
"Long enough to know that I need to have a little talk with Eli." he says when the boy finally turns to look at him. He narrows his eyes and takes in his appearance slowly. "Sit down, Eli."
"Ummm..." Veronica looks between them, a little afraid.
"Veronica, honey go to your room. We will be talking later." he says not talking his eyes off Eli.
"Dad, you can't kill him..We'd never the stains out of the carpet or the couch." she tries to joke as she reluctantly leaves the room.
"Love you too, V." he hears Eli say softly. He hides his smirk behind his hand about his daughters sense of humor.
"Sit, Eli." he says again as he sits down.
Swallowing, Eli sits down.
"Do we need to have the safe sex talk? Meaning you don't have sex with my daughter and I let you live." he says.
"Uhhhhh...what answers allows me to live and still be able to see V, Sheriff."
"I have no plans to have intercourse with your daughter, Mr. Mars. While I would love for you to say that and mean it, I know it's not going to happen."
"Sheriff..."
"Respect me, keep the make out sessions to the bedroom...with the door open or your house." he says glaring at the boy.
"Yes, sir. Tell V I'll see her tomorrow at school."
He nods as his daughter's boyfriend puts on his jacket and leaves.
"He still in one piece." she asks coming into the living room in her pajamas.
"Yes, said he would see you at school. Sam thing I told him. Respect me, I don't want to see you making out with your boyfriend, keep it to your room but the door has to be open if he's here alone with you or take it to his house. My only request...graduate before you make me a grandpa." he tries to joke, praying that it's a joke.
"What a difference a day can make." Mr. Pope says looking at the FBLA class as he walks the classroom.
"Last week, Miss Mars was flush with the younger Mr. Casablancas breathing down her neck...but the tide has turned." Mr. Pope says using his laser pointer to show that Beaver has gotten ahead of her.
"Boo-yah." Beaver says with a smirk.
"No one like an eager beaver." she says with a smile.
"Where are you?" Gia asks Dick.
"Yeah, where's Dick Inc?" he calls out.
Mr. Pope points to the very bottom of the graph. "I did tell you not to invest everything in one company. You took it upon yourself to put everything into Casablancas Realty."
Logan and Duncan's stocks are right there with him.
Noticing an 'Out of Order' sign on the girls bathroom, she enters, slightly confused.
"You, uh...remember when we made out against the sink with your legs wrapped around my waist?" Logan says leaning against said sink.
"Don't make me throw up." she says rolling her eyes. "What do you want?"
"Let's see, I was arrested..Tons of fun. This guy suddenly decided to come forward claiming to be the 911 caller. I thought you could do a little sleuthing for old times' sake."
"Seriously?" ignoring him she leaves the bathroom.
"Come on Ronnie...I'm begging here." Logan says following her into the empty hallway.
"Give me one good reason why I should help you." she says whipping around to face him.
"This guy is setting me up..."
"Still not hearing a reason to help you."
"If I go away for Felix's murder..his real killer gets off free and clear."
Letting out a frustrated sigh, "What's his name?"
"Veronica." Meg calls out, Duncan not far behind her.
"We need your help." Duncan says.
"What's going on?" she says looking at the two of them, she leads them into a empty classroom and shuts the door.
"I...My...God this is hard." Meg says tears in her eyes. Taking a deep breath she starts again. "I'm pregnant, again. I miscarried before the bus crash...that why I was so angry."
"Meg, sit down. What is going on?" she asks looking at Duncan for help.
"Meg's dad...he is a piece of work. He's been abusing her and her sisters." he says roughly.
"I've been emailing Child Protection Services, claiming that it was a kid I look after. I have proof but I don't think it's enough. Veronica, I'm scared what my dad will do if he finds out about the baby."
"How can I help?" Might not be that close with Meg anymore but I still consider her a friend.
"We have to write in these books over and over again..'I was bad. I deserve to be punished'...stuff like that. It's all mental, there no physical proof that he does anything. God, he locks us in this room in Grace's closet for punishment. I was in there for days..no food or water once."
"My parents won't help, Celeste will flip and demand that Meg abort the baby..."
"Guys, I'll help."
"I was wondering if one day you could come over and take photos of that room and take one of the books and give it to your dad." Meg says wiping the tears out of her eyes.
She nods and reaches out and holds Meg's hand.
"Thank you." Meg rasps out.
"STDs will kill you." Mrs. Hauser says glaring at the girl in the front row when she starts sneezing. "Sexually transmitted diseases are no joke, Jane."
"I wasn't laughing, I sneezed." Jane tells her.
Mrs. Hauser scoffs and continues her lecture.
Unfortunately, Jane keeps sneezing.
"OUT!" Mrs. Hauser yells.
Jane quickly leaves the classroom.
"All right, people, pair up. You each have a piece of paper with an STD on it. You have to inform your partner that you have said STD."
She barely turns before Hector sits down next her.
"Really?" she asks looking at him in shock.
"I choose you over one of them." he says pointing at the fact that the entire class is 09ers.
Shrugging, she nods.
"Yeah, let's get the dried-up divorcée to teach us about sex." Dick says teaming up with Gia.
"I heard her husband left her for a man." Gia whispers loudly.
"And now we get bitchy and bitter for a year." Dick mutters.
Hector nods.
"Mrs. Hauser, mine's wrong. Isn't this a flower?" Gia calls out.
Mrs. Hauser glares at her before speaking, "Chlamydia is not a flower."
She and Hector do their best not to burst out laughing.
Sitting next to him in computer lab, she pushes over the papers to Logan.
"Tom Griffith, your 911 caller is a expensive and well respected plastic surgeon." she tells him.
Logan scoffs but starts looking through the file she gave him. "This isn't the guy." he says at last.
"Umm, this is Dr. Tom Griffith." she says pointing at the photo in the file.
"That's not the guy from the bridge." he whisper yells.
"You told me...the police that you couldn't identify the guy. That the whole night was a blur." she says coldly.
"I lied."
She scoffs, "Course you did."
"I didn't know what he would say. I didn't want him found."
When the bell rings she grabs her things and quickly gets away from him before she punches him.
"I need your help, the guy's lying!" he calls after her which she ignores.
She lays on the couch, Backup curled in her legs as her phone starts going off.
She doesn't bother to look at it, she knows it's Logan.
Growling, she grabs the phone when it starts ringing again.
"Fine..I'll look into it but if you call me again. I'll laugh as you are being dragged away to jail." she snarls at him before hanging up.
Do I tell my boyfriend that I might have found a way to get my ex off for murder of his best friend. No, wait until I know more.
She sits outside Dr. Griffith's office, she debated going in to see him but she didn't want to chance him knowing who she was.
She follows him to a cigar shop. After waiting she goes inside but is unable to find him.
Looking around she notices him making a purchase and leaving, she sighs and follows.
"Hey kiddo." her dad says when she gets home a few hours later.
Taking off her jacket, she throws it onto a chair before laying down on the couch.
Her dad comes over, a plate of pizza in his hand. He places it on the table before grabbing her jacket and starts sniffing it.
"Do I need to leave the room?" she jokes.
"I know we had the talk about smoking, it was right after the brids and the bees but before drinking and driving."
"I remember that talk. It was one sentence, don't smoke."
"Explain." he says holding out her jacket.
"Oh, I went into a cigar shop to use the bathroom."
"On Ocean Avenue?"
She nods.
"Find other facilities next time, okay? That place is notorious for dealing drugs. I tried to bust 'em about twenty times when I was sheriff."
Oh shit
She gets to Meg's house and she lets her in.
"We only have a few hours." she says.
She follows her up to her bedroom. She points to the air vent.
"Duncan giving away Lilly's secrets." she says getting on a chair and opening the vent.
"He said it was his idea." Meg says with a smile.
She pulls out the journal and opens it. "The path to God is paved with righteousness..."
"My dad sucks." Meg says.
She nods in agreement. She follows Meg to Grace's room, opening the closet, she takes photos of the stack of journals, opening a few to show the same writing over and over.
Meg moves the clothes to show a sliding door behind them.
She takes photos. Nodding, Meg undoes the simple lock and opens the door. She kneels down and takes more photos. She's thankful that the closet is empty, she's not sure how she would have reacted if someone had been in there.
"This just in her room?" she ask looking up at Meg.
"Yeah." Meg says roughly.
Taking the journal and her camera, she follows Meg back downstairs. "Come with me. We can tell my dad together."
"I can't. If my dad figures out that I was behind this...I'm not eighteen yet."
"Okay. Call me if you need me."
Meg nods and she lets herself out.
She watches as her dad looks at the notebook and photos.
"Please tell me we can help them...Dad..Meg's pregnant. She afraid what her dad will do." she chokes out, tears in her eyes.
Nodding, her dad collect everything and leaves.
Pulling out her phone, she calls Weevil.
"Hey, mama what's up?"
"How fast can you get here?" she says softly sitting down on the couch, pulling a pillow into her lap.
"Minutes. What's up?"
"Come over..please."
They hand up and less than fifteen minutes later he entering the apartment.
"What's wrong?" he asks seeing her tear streaked face.
"Many things." she nods to the files on the table.
Reaching down he picks up the information about Meg.
"Shit..." he mutters.
"She's pregnant." she mutters. "Again...she had a miscarriage a little bit before the crash."
"I know you're not close with her...but damn this sucks."
"And that's not all...Logan asked me to look into his witness. He was sure that this guy was framing him."
"V." he says sternly.
"I wanted to prove Logan wrong, that this guy was the witness and that Logan lied to me...Seems Hell has frozen over because Logan might be telling the truth." she scoffs.
"What do you mean?" he asks moving so that they are sitting down. She picks up the other folder and hands it to him.
"This is not the guy that Logan saw on the bridge. I followed him and he went to a known place for dealing."
"Where?" he asks place the folder back on the table and pulling her next to him.
"Cigar shop on Ocean Ave." she says leaning against him.
Since she is tracing the inside of his wrist she doesn't see his face go cold. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath before lifting her face to his, kissing her softly.
"Don't worry. We'll figure it out." he says as she cuddles into him. He rests his chin on the top of her head, planning.