Chapter 1

Clark continues to stare at her lifeless body. "I don't believe it," shaking his head in disbelief. "I just don't believe it."

"I couldn't believe it either when we got the call," Oliver says to him as he makes some notes.

"Who called it in?" Clark asks him.

"Her husband," he replies.

"Her husband," turning to look back at the body. "Who is he?" not looking at Oliver.

"Clark?"

Clark's head whips around at the sound of the very familiar voice. "You're her husband?"

"Hi, Clark," Pete says as he starts walking towards him, but stops when Clark takes a couple steps back.

Oliver looks at Clark with surprise. "You too know each other?" quirking an eyebrow.

"We used to be friends. Past tense," Clark responds; his arms crossed against his chest.

"Used to be? What happened?" Oliver asks.

"I'd rather not go into it," Clark replies coldly.

"I don't see how you have a choice," Oliver tells him. "I'll need to take a statement from you since you know both the victim and her husband."

"Fine," a frown on his face. "I'll meet you at the station so that we could get this over with," turning on his heel and walking out the door.

Oliver turns to Pete. "Follow me," walking away as the medical examiner begins his examination. Pete follows him to Oliver's car and slides into the passenger seat. They drive in silence until they reach the precinct.

Meanwhile, Lois and Jimmy finally arrive at the Ace of Clubs. Jimmy immediately jumps out of car. "I think I'm going to be sick," clutching his stomach and dropping to his knees to throw up in the gutter.

"I'm not that bad a driver," a scowl on her face as she steps out of the car. She looks around but find no sign of Clark. "I wonder where Smallville is. He should be here already."

"Maybe he's already inside," Jimmy says weakly after standing back up.

"Yeah, maybe," she says absently as she starts walking towards the front door.

Jimmy starts to take some pictures, but has to step aside when the medical examiner walks by them pushing the gurney with Lana's body. "Who was it that was murdered anyway?" he asks the man.

"Her name is Lana Lang-Ross," the man replies as he and his assistant lift the gurney into the van.

"Wait a minute," Lois walking up to him. "Did you just say Lana Lang-Ross?"

"That's right Miss," he replies. "Now if you will excuse me?" slamming the doors shut and climbing behind the wheel.

"How was she murdered?" she calls out to him, but he doesn't answer her. She has to step back and watch as the van takes off. She turns to look at Jimmy. "Can you believe that?"

"I don't," shaking his head. "That could explain why Clark wasn't here. He probably had to go to the station to make a statement."

"Probably," pursing her lips. "I think we should go to the station and find out what's going on," grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the car.

"I'm not getting in that car with you," pushing her away. "I'd rather walk," turning around and walking away.

"I'm not that bad a driver," calling out after him; her hands on her hips. Well, I'm not, pursing her lips again as she gets back into the car and takes off.

Police station

Clark paces back and forth in front of the station. I can't believe that once again I'm going to miss out on the greatest band ever because of that b-, not finishing the thought as he looks at his watch again. What's taking them so long? He pulls out his cell phone and is about to call Oliver when his car pulls up. "What the hell took you so long?" frowning at him as the two of them get out of the car.

"We ran into traffic when we came to the Arena," Pete replies as they come up to Clark. "Did you know that RUSH was playing tonight?"

"I'm supposed to be there right now," Clark snaps as he flings the front door open and steps inside the station. "In fact, they're probably playing their first song right about now."

"Tom Sawyer, right?" Pete asks him.

"Yes," not looking at him as the three of them walk through the police station. "I'm going to get your statement first, then Pete," Oliver tells Clark. "That way, maybe you just might have a chance of catching at least some of the concert."

Clark turns to Oliver. "That would be great. Thanks," a smile finally appearing on his face.

"Look what the cat dragged in," a voice calling out to them.

Clark looks up to see Lex strolling down the hallway towards them. "Aren't you supposed to be at the RUSH concert right now?" stopping in front of Clark.

"I would be if Lana hadn't chosen tonight to be murdered."

"Right," he replies. "I still can't believe it," shaking his head in disbelief. "Did you know that she once told me she thought she'd die young?"

"I didn't know that," says Pete.

Lex turns to look at him. "Pete? Pete 'The Boss' Ross?"

"That's me," he replies.

"Well, well," chuckling a little. "I have to say I'm surprised that you married Lana. I always thought that she and Clark would end up together," looking over at Clark out of the corner of his eye.

"I was an idiot to ever think that," Clark retorts, then turns back to Oliver. "Can I please give my statement so that I can go?"

"Of course," Oliver replies. "Let's go," starting to walk down the hall.

"Don't be a stranger, okay?" Lex extending his hand to Clark.

"Okay," shaking his hand briefly, then walking away to follow Oliver.

"So Pete," turning to him. "I could sense tension between you and Clark. What happened to you guys?"

Pete just heaves a sigh. "Clark thinks that Lana cheated on him with me while they were still dating," he replies with a sigh. "That's why he broke up with her."

"I see," a thoughtful look on his face. "Is it true?" he asks next.

"I'm afraid so," he says at last. "But in my defense, Lana told me they were already broken up."

"That doesn't surprise me," Lex remarks.

While they continue to talk, Clark and Oliver enter the interrogation room and sit down at the table. "I'll try to make this short," taking out a notepad and a pencil. "When was the last time you saw Lana?"

"I last saw her about six months ago when I broke up with her," he answers, "but you know that, Oliver."

"I know, but I still have to ask the question. It is part of my job after all," winking at Clark.

"I'm quite aware it's part of your job," a scowl on his face.

"Now tell me what kind of break-up it was," flipping the page. "Was it a civil break-up or-"

"You know damn well it was acrimonious," leaning back in his chair. "She cheated on me with Pete. That's why I broke up with her."

Oliver is about to ask his next question when there's a knocking on the door. "I'll be right back," getting up from his chair and stepping out of the room.

Clark is drumming his fingers on the table when his super-hearing picks up some music coming from outside. He stands up and walks over to the window. I don't believe it, continuing to listen to the music. They're playing my favorite song and I'm missing it.

Oliver comes back in and closes the door behind him. "Clark?" calling out to him. "Clark?" repeating his name when Clark doesn't respond. "CLARK!" raising his voice.

Clark turns around. "Huh?"

"I called your name three times," still standing near the door.

"Sorry," walking away from the window. "They were playing my favorite song," sitting back down in his chair with a sigh.

"I'm sorry you're missing it," Oliver remarks as he also sits back down. "What's your favorite song anyway?"

"Fly by night," he replies.

"That's a great song," agreeing with him.

"So are we almost finished?"

"I'm afraid we're just getting started," opening the folder he carried in with him. "What does this look like to you?" extracting a picture from the folder and handing it to him.

Clark takes the picture and stares at it in shock. "Is that what I think it is?" looking up at Oliver.

"Yes," taking the picture back. "It's a blue kryptonite knife."

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