Told you I was working on this chapter and that I'd have it up soon! :P
I made this one a bit longer than what they usually are. And yeah, so it still leaves you hanging at the end, but that's what I do best with this story!
You'll find out what you want to know in the next chapter.
Maybe.
We'll see. :D
-insert brief disclaimer about ownership of Veronica Mars characters here-
Enjoy!
After much arguing, Keith finally managed to convince Lamb to let him go along with the officers
After much arguing, Keith finally managed to convince Lamb to let him go along with the officers. He had to see if his daughter was okay. He was not about to just sit around at the station, waiting for the officers to come back, worrying and worrying about Veronica's safety.
Plus, many of Lamb's officers were just plain incompetent.
He had to go along to make sure they actually did their jobs.
God, the things that Keith would change if he were Sheriff again…
Pulling out his cell phone, Keith Mars dialed Wallace's phone number. If anyone could help, it would be Veronica's friends. She was almost always with at least one of them, and she wouldn't be stupid enough to wander around by herself with all of the rapes going on. He hoped…
Wallace's annoying ring tone and vibrator suddenly went off, and Logan almost swerved off the road. "Damn it!" He shouted, grabbing Wallace's phone (which had been previously lying between Logan's legs) and throwing it into Wallace's lap. "Turn the damn thing off, Wallace." Logan said, straightening the car out and speeding off down the road.
Wallace looked at the phone, and then at Logan. "Logan, it's Mr. Mars."
Logan glanced over at Wallace quickly and then back at the road, trying to decide if they had enough time to deal with the concerned parent thing. Sighing, he nodded. "Go ahead. Make it quick though, we're almost there."
Flipping open the phone, Wallace put it to his ear. "Hey Mr. Mars."
"Wallace! Look, I need your help. Is Veronica with you?"
"Er, no, no she's not…" Wallace stammered, glancing at Logan.
"Do you know where she is?"
"We're working on that…"
"What do you mean?"
"Veronica kind of went missing, but we think we know where she is, and I'm sure she's fine." Wallace said hurriedly.
"I have some police officers with me. Veronica called, but the call was cut short, and I think something's wrong. Where are you going?"
"Dude, hurry up, we're here." Logan said, pulling into a parking spot.
Wallace told Mr. Mars the room and building number, and then flipped the phone shut after Mr. Mars's line went dead.
It seemed like both parties were equally eager to find Veronica. Logan didn't think that Mr. Mars knew just how much trouble Veronica could be in, which was why he hoped he'd find her first. If that bastard rapist was touching her, he wanted to be able to punch his fucking face in without anyone pulling him off.
He'd kill the fucking sicko.
Running, Wallace behind him, Logan slammed open the door to the dorms. He didn't even care about the student behind the check-in desk. They were supposed to check school IDs at the dorms after a certain hour, but Logan didn't stop. He ran straight across the lobby and to the stairwell, running up the stairs two at a time. He had to get to her. He had to get to her fast. If he got in trouble for that later, he'd deal with that.
Knowing Mr. Mars, he would probably stop to explain the whole situation and then ask permission. Logan didn't have that kind of time. Running up to the third level, Logan pushed open the door, and then turned and ran down the hallway. Wallace sounded like he was a little out of breath.
He stopped at the door number the girl had given him earlier, and raised his fist to pound on it, when someone grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, whoa Logan, let's calm down."
It was Moe.
"You look pretty upset. Let's not do anything to wake up the whole hallway."
Logan just stared at Moe, dumbfounded, for a few seconds, before yanking his arm away. "Moe, this is not the time for niceties. I think Veronica's in there, and I need to make sure she's okay." He raised his arm again, only to be pulled back by Moe.
"Look man, I could get in trouble for not stopping you. I have keys, okay? Let's open it and look together. Let's not make a scene."
Logan nodded, stepping back to give Moe room. "Just hurry, man, okay?" Running his hands over his head nervously, he waited, his stomach twisting in knots as Moe opened the door. As soon as he heard the click of the door opening, he pushed it open and ran into the room.
There was nothing.
The room looked really trashed, but there was nothing. There was no Veronica, no rapist, and no… anyone. Logan frowned, walking over to the beds, looking underneath. Nothing. This didn't seem right. The girl was coming back here, Veronica was following… so why wasn't there anyone in here?
"Okay Logan, there's no one here. Let's go."
"Not yet, Moe. I need to make sure."
Looking through a closet on the far side, he began to go over to the other. "Logan, it's time to go. We can't be in here for too long. There's nothing here." Moe reached out for Logan, but Logan pulled away, making his way over to the other closet.
"Logan, we have to go!" Moe was getting louder, and he seemed nervous. Almost erratic. That was weird. What was he afraid of?
Not wasting any more time thinking on Moe's behavior, he flung open the closet door. Freezing, Logan stared at the still body on the floor. "Wallace!" He cried, grabbing the figure's arm and pulling her out into the open. He sighed in both relief and anger when he saw who it was.
"It's not Veronica." He said, looking up at Wallace. If it had been Veronica that would mean the search was over and she was here and okay. At the same time, he was glad it wasn't her.
"Well, that's good, right?" Wallace answered, looking at the girl and then at Logan.
"I'm not sure… Why would he just leave her in a closet? She's definitely drugged, but she still has all of her hair… I'm thinking he didn't get a chance to finish."
Wallace knelt down by Logan, looking at the girl. "Yeah, she's out all right." He said, lifting her arm and then letting it drop to the floor. Dead weight. "Do you think Veronica came in here and caught him? I mean, that explains the mess. The rooms weren't messed up with the other victims. They were all drugged when he got there."
"I do think Veronica was here, which means that Veronica could be in a lot of trouble right now." Logan said, frowning. "Hey Moe, do you know who's room this is?" Logan asked, turning around towards the doorway. Moe wasn't there. "What the hell?"
Wallace turned, and stood up, looking around the room. "Where'd Moe go?"
He ran. As soon as Logan hit the jackpot in the closet, he ran. He wasn't about to stick around and let them catch Mercer in HIS room with THEIR friend. He had to get rid of the evidence. Dump Veronica somewhere. He could not risk his future for this crap.
He'd tried to tell Mercer that this wasn't a good idea. Veronica had powerful friends. She had a former Sheriff as her father! She had a crazy obsessive ex boyfriend, and really annoyingly perceptive friends. But no, Mercer had to get his little revenge for being stabbed in the leg. It was his own fault!
Did Mercer honestly think he could keep doing this and not get caught?
One thing that Mercer was right about was that Moe was a coward. He thought it would be funny at first; getting back at some girls who'd never paid attention to him or who turned him down. But after the first couple of times, Mercer started picking girls Moe didn't even know. Moe didn't have the courage to say anything until Mercer started making plans about Veronica in Moe's room.
Even then, he wasn't able to talk Mercer out of it. Mercer talked Moe into it. Moe was going to end this once and for all.
Logan stood up, running to the doorway, and looking down the hall. Moe had disappeared. Where the hell did he go?
"Do you think that Moe maybe has something to do with this, Logan?" Wallace asked, walking over to stand next to Logan, looking out into the hall as well.
"Wallace, it's Moe. He wouldn't be able to touch a girl's knee without permission first."
Wallace nodded. "Do you think we should let Mr. Mars know about this girl?"
"Um… yeah. You stay here and call Mr. Mars, I'm going to try and find Moe. He has keys to the rooms, and I need him to find Veronica."
"Maybe she's not in this building. Maybe she's fine." Wallace said, pulling his phone from his pocket.
"Yeah, maybe, but I don't want to stop looking because of that maybe. There's a chance she could be in trouble." With that, Logan walked out of the room, leaving Wallace alone with the unconscious girl.
He decided to check Moe's room first. Maybe the girl had just freaked him out and he left. Moe did seem like the squeamish type. As he started up the stairs to the next floor, he almost slammed into Mercer.
"Jeez, man, you scared me. Hey, have you seen Moe?" Logan asked. Before Mercer could answer, Logan spotted the huge bloody spot on his leg. "Damn! What happened to you?"
"I tripped and got something shoved in my leg. I'm not even sure what it is. I'm going to the lobby to wait for an ambulance or something."
"Ugh, that's disgusting man."
"And um, as for Moe… I haven't seen him. Maybe he's back at that party."
"No, he's here. I was just with him a few minutes ago… Well, good luck with your leg." Logan stepped to the side to give Mercer room, and walked around him and up to the next level, walking towards Moe's room.
"What's that Wallace?" Mr. Mars said, just entering the dorm building. "You found a girl?" Mr. Mars stopped just as he stepped into the lobby. "What room?"
He listened and nodded, listening to Wallace's description of the girl and how she looked drugged and where he found her. "Who was with you?"
"Logan and Moe."
"…okay, we're coming up, Wallace. Stay where you are. Tell Logan to stay put too."
"Um, Logan left to go find Moe… He disappeared after we found the girl…"
"Disappeared? Stay there Wallace, we're coming. Don't do anything with the girl, leave her be."
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