Chapter Twenty-One: Simple Logic Escapes Many
Kate and Tony sit at his table in the bar, having a drink. Kate slides her foot up the back of Tony's leg. "Now, Tony, you don't really think my Lucas tried to kill your brother, do you?" she asks him. "Actually, no I don't," he replies, shocking her. Tony laughs slightly. "Oh, come now Kate, we all know Lucas lacks both the hand-eye coordination and opposable digits necessary to operate a firearm." Kate's eyes turn to slits as she glares at Tony. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this," she hisses at him. "Of course you don't, you're a free woman," he replies as she gets up from his table, "for now anyway," he mutters, after she's walked off. Kate stops by the bar before leaving and hands the bartender her flask. "One for the road," she tells him. Tony watches her take her flask back from the bartender and leave. "Well, Kate, you can't say I didn't try," he thinks to himself.
Mickey looks at Lucas in disgust. "Look," he sighs, "this is going to come out in court, I promise you. Tell me what happened and I can help you, but I need to know everything. You don't want some question coming out of left field, throwing you off, tripping you up, and making you say something incriminating." Lucas looks at his uncle and tells him, "Look, really, I don't know what you're talking about." Mickey shrugs his shoulders and tells Lucas in an exasperated voice, "Fine, I give up. It's your funeral, Lucas." As Mickey walks out of the room Lucas mutters to himself, "It won't be just my funeral. If I'm going to hell then I'm taking her with me."
Sami is on her way to Mythic to meet EJ when her cell phone rings. "Hi, Daddy!" she answers. "This isn't a social call, Peanut," Roman replies. "I need you to hustle down to the station ASAP. We've got some things to discuss." Sami agrees, then she calls EJ. "Sweetie, I'm going to have to skip lunch. I've been summoned to the police station. Yes, I do believe that Jack has just made me a very happy woman."
Will sits on the couch at his Aunt Maggie's house. She comes and sits next to him. "What's wrong?" she asks, seeing his hangdog expression. "Aunt Maggie," he asks, looking up at her, "do I even exist?" She rubs her hand up and down his back. "Well, sweetheart, you fade in and out. But hey, chin up! You've done better than most kids in this town!"