She stifles a yawn as the doors open yet again. It’s been a late night now, slowly easing into early morning, for her waiting for that special someone to leave that nameless place. A couple stumble out the open doors. He’s a archetypical loser in his thirties who looks like a man in his fifties. She’s the exact same save for gender; too many years of hard drinking has etched a monument to bad choices over both their faces. But they’re not the one she’s looking for.
He’s in there she knows that. She may not be at the top of the law enforcement food chain anymore, but her snitches still sing when she pays them to. Her people told her that Bobby, a “loser’s loser” if his mother can be believed, is in that place drinking himself to oblivion again. Maybe she should just walk into the joint and pull him out--it’s a thought she’s considered--but that would just leave witnesses and hassles she doesn’t need right now. Doing that might make it more difficult to leave this godforsaken city of Chicago.
Veronica considered the possibility that her target would have smartened up since that last time she spoke with him. It might have occurred to him that V would be looking for him again after he started doing what he’s been doing. But it’s never good to bet on the intelligence and foresight of a crook like that. Still it was a good idea just in case for her to park where she could see the other exit that no one ever uses because a moment later the doors pop open. A crowd of three or four guys vomit out the. It’s hard to tell just what’s happening but when they start punching each other the story tells itself.
She focuses her eyes on the faces of each brawler, and the third one is exactly the face she’s been waiting for. Climbing out of her car she strides quickly over to the group. Her hand rests loosely on the handle of her piece tucked into a holster clipped to her waist. It will likely not be necessary. Everyone knows better than to pull a gun on her, but on the off chance that one or more of them are from out of town it never hurts to take a few precautions.
“Hey guys!” she calls out to them when she’s in earshot. “Having some fun tonight I see.”
One of them, not her mark, turns to look at the source of those words and is promptly punched in the face. He’s down and out for now. The guy doing the punching won’t let the poor guy alone though, he lands a few more punches before V catches up to him.
“C’mon man. I think you’ve won this argument.”
The guy looks at her and takes a swing that V easily dodges. She steps into him and lands a heavy blow to his solar plexus; she follows that up with an elbow strike and a leg sweep. The guy lands next to his erstwhile opponent; both are out cold and resting peacefully now. She’s finally gotten the attention of her mark. The other guy left standing raises his hands and edges backward out of the scene. With a wave of her head she dismisses him and he takes off running into the early morning light.
“As for you Bobby we need...” she starts. He doesn’t hear her finish because he takes off running. V finds that rather amusing. She gives hims a count to three headstart; it’s not like Bobby could outrun a toddler in the shape he’s in.
When
she starts the chase, Bobby’s about ten paces in front of her heading
over to a junkheap that makes her beater look like a Rolls. He stops to
try to escape into the car.
“Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. Can’t we talk like civilized people do?” she asks him.
The
chase begins again; it won’t last much longer. Bobby’s lead slowly
dwindles; V isn’t even really trying. She paces him just a few steps
behind.
“I’m really glad you’re concerned I don’t get enough exercise, but really I just want to have a little word with you Bobby.”
Wheeze. Cough. “Stay...away.”“Looks like you need a breather; let me help you out with that.”
Veronica sprints for a beat or two and catches up to him and kicks hard at his left foot just as he picks it up. Bobby tumbles to the ground in a heap winded and insensible. She’s strong for her size but she can’t pick up the lout, so she slaps the senses back into him and walks him back to whatever that is that passes for his car.
There she props him on his hood and stares him down. Bobby’s eyes knows there’s no escape; the only hopes he has is that whatever happens next won’t hurt too much or otherwise leave a permanent injury.
“I know you’ve been asking around about Mary.”
“Whatever. You heard wrong.”
Veronica pops him one aiming for nerves to maximize the pain without leaving serious injury.
“Okay. Okay,” he says.
“You’ve been talking to Mary’s family again haven’t you?”
“She stole my last paycheck.”
Veronica doesn’t have to hit him again; she just stares at him and he breaks.
“Fine. I promise not to do it again. Are we done yet? I got a job to get to.”
“I really wish I could believe you Bobby. I really do, but your word’s just not going to cut it. I know I’ve been fair. I only asked one thing from you and you disappointed me Bobby. We’re going to have to think of a way for me to help you truly understand why you should never disappoint me.”
“You’re not even a Fed any more man. You can’t do shit to me.”
“Really Bobby? I didn’t think you scumbag like you could ever surprise me like that. Tell me Bobby do you really think I can’t do shit to you? Am I more dangerous with a badge or without.”
Bobby’s brain really tries to parse Veronica’s words, but the best it can come up with falls far short of the snuff.
“Hey isn’t that a line from Shaft?”
Veronica sighs before proceeding to beat the shit out of Bobby. It’s a beating he’ll walk away from but not a beating he’ll soon forget. He rolls to the asphalt.
“I really don’t think this is the time to note pop culture references Bobby,” she says as she gets her daily workout by dragging the limp bastard about hundred feet away from his junker. Before Bobby gets propped up by a wall she tears his jacket off of him then walks back to the junker.
“Okay. Here’s what I’ll do,” she yells. From out of a pocket she finds a multi-tool and pries off the junker’s gas lid then cap. She cuts several narrow strips of cloth from the jacket and twines them around each other before she stuffs them into the junker’s gas tank.
“If I ever hear how you’re anything but the model example of an ex-husband that is one who is silent and ever far removed from their ex-spouse, I will do to you what I’m about to do to this miserable excuse of Korean engineering.”
Veronica pulls a zippo out and lights the fabric up. She walks back to stand next to Bobby.
“You ever see a car go up Bobby? It can be a very beautiful thing.”
They watch silently as flames engulf the junker. There’ really isn’t much of an explosion; Bobby must not be able to to afford much of a tank of gas. Still it’s a pretty sight all reds, oranges, and smoky grays. It’s kind of pretty when the fire’s going full on and the sun’s just above the horizon, but it’s really only the shadow of a fire that Veronica remembers.
It’s cave dark and silent when Veronica awakes. The sweet smell of gasoline or some other volatile chemical is the very first sensation she has. The first thing she hears is Logan.
“Veronica. You there? Where are we? What the fuck have you gotten us into?”
“If I apologize can we just move along and try to figure out how to get out of this fucking thing I’ve gotten us into. Follow my voice.”
He does and when they’re close enough they smother each other in an embrace. It’s a kind of intimacy they haven’t shared in a long time, but they’ve never forgotten it. They are each others warm and comfortable blankies, just what the other needs in a situation as perilous as this. Hand in hand they explore the darkness and come across a wall. Wherever they are it’s as cavernous as a real cave, but more likely it’s just some sort of vacant warehouse.
“This wall just goes on and on...” Logan remarks.
“Let’s just wait a bit and see if anything else happens.”
They don’t have to wait very long before a voice in the darkness begins to speak.
“I may be dead Mr. Logan and Miss Mars, but that doesn’t mean I’m done with either of you,” booms the disembodied voice of Gory Sorokin.
If only they could see the look of shock and surprise on each other’s face, that would be a comfort. It would be something they could share before the darkness erupts into flames.
“I know. I know. I could have just killed the both of you. I could have killed that sexy intern you’ve been seeing Logan or that firefighter Veronica’s been booty calling three times a month. It would have been easy and simple, but that just doesn’t work for me.”
These revelations are no betrayals. Both know how much a failure they’ve been as a couple. Regardless these truths do wound them both. Simultaneously they squeeze each other’s hand and whisper apologies.
“Let me be clear then. Only one of you will leave this place alive. I hope whoever survives remembers the other fondly whenever they see a sight like this.”
On cue small flames erupt all around them. At least they shed some light on their surroundings. Small flames dance together and form large flames until there is a wall of fire all around them.
“I’d say you have ten minutes to escape this place. Good luck and as always my fondest regards.”
There’s always about a half an hour of peace and quiet at LAX. Sometime between one and six in the morning something random clicks and a hush falls everywhere. All that can be heard is the soft snores of the stranded and canceled passengers that litter the lounges and terminals. A nameless maintenance guy enjoys this period of time; it’s the best part of his shift, but it always ends too soon.
A plane lands and the terminals come alive again. Veronica Mars arrives in Southern California fragile but ready to face the next part of her life. Unlike the last time she came by for a visit her father, who would abuse his sheriff’s privilege to get past security to greet her, is no where to be seen. If she gave herself any amount of time to consider that significance she would not be able to function at all. Instead she pushes it out of mind and looks at the people waiting in the terminal.
“Veronica! Hey V!” a deep but still feminine voice calls out to her.
Apparently her father wasn’t the only one to be above abusing the privileges that come from being a person of substance. Mac stands there a few feet away from the jetway. Veronica comes up to her and Mac takes her into a deep embrace. Having kids has definitely improved her sense of warmth and kindness.
“C’mon V! Let’s go and get your luggage and we’ll take you back to the guesthouse.”
“We?”
“You remember little Rebecca?” Mac says pointing to a nearby stroller. “We’ll just get your bags and be on our way. I’m so excited you’re going to be staying with us. Max is away so often it’s going to be so good to have another adult to talk to.”
Veronica examines the contents of the stroller smiling approval at the toddler. Here was something that was missing from her life in Chicago: family.
“No luggage. Everything I wanted to keep I had shipped; it’ll arrrive tomorrow afternoon. Everything else is either in storage or Goodwill by now.”
“Great then let’s get moving.”
They make their way through LAX quickly. Mac pushes her child’s stroller with an ease that Veronica finds comforting. She knows she could not help feel fear and worry for something so precious traveling through the uncertainty of the airport. They exit the airport.
“We’re outside,” Mac says to thin air.
Veronica gives her friend and odd look.
“It’s a bit of tech Max found in the Philippines. I’m wired for sound and it’s automatically heard by my driver who should be just about pulling up right now.”
A minivan comes to a stop in the loading zone, and a man who presumably is a driver exits. Mac picks her baby up and the driver loads the stroller and V’s carry-on into the back. Something about the driver piques Veronica’s sense of danger. By the cut of his suit and the way he moves, this driver is more than a driver.
When they’re both belted and seated inside Mac explains, “Max insisted that we have a driver/bodyguard. Adam here is ex-Israeli Military Intelligence. Adam this is my best friend in the world Veronica.”
“Pleased to meet you,” a voice comes out of a speaker.
“Me too you,” Veronica answers before continuing, “He’s not here for me, is he?”
Mac shoots her a funny look before saying, “Please V. You’re not the only one in the world who’s a target in somebody’s sights. I’ll have you know that Max and I have about as many powerful enemies as you do.”
“Okay. Didn’t mean to offend.”
“Not at all.”
The conversation lapses into silence for minutes as Mac fusses with Rebecca who just won’t settle down into her car seat for the long drive south to Neptune.
“Is it okay if I nap a bit; I just couldn’t get a bit of rest on the plane.”
“Not at all V. We’ll have tons of time to catch up later.”
Veronica shuts her eyes and starts to let her mind wander. It’s a trick she learned from one her of Quantico classmates. It’s a sort of meditation that blanks the mind and let’s time just flow and flow. Minutes pass like seconds when she’s in this state. Usually she can ignore any distractions that bother her when she’s under, but the faint sound of a police siren drags her back to reality.
“Everything’s fine V. Just got pulled over. Adam will take care of it.”
“I’m sure.”
Some time has passed now they’re far from Los Angeles. In fact they’re on PCH just inside the borders of Neptune. She can see the ocean from here and the sight of it brings her some small comfort. This ain’t no Lake Michigan she’s looking at; it’s the mighty Pacific that stretches out before her. Somewhere there at the other end of the water is another world not just Canada.
Whoever pulled them over is taking their time walking up to them. From the uniform Veronica can’t tell who it is, but from the walk she knows exactly who to expect. Leo D’Amato appears to be more confident now; a couple of years of being Sheriff has seasoned him somewhat.
“I’d like to speak to your passengers for a moment Adam,” he says through the driver’s open window.
“Open the door Adam, let’s hear what the Sheriff has to say,” Mac whispers before the door opens.
Leo stands before them with a strange unsure expression on his face.
“Sheriff,” Mac begins.
“Mac. How’s everything?”
“‘Bout the same. Anything I can help you with today?”
“Just wanted to welcome Veronica back to Neptune and tell her she has the full support of her father’s Department.”
The way he says that is just insulting to Veronica. Rage fills her for a moment before she regains her composure. To everybody else it’s just a blink of her eyes.
“Thanks Sheriff. I appreciate that. I’m sure my father would have been proud to see his number-one-go-to-guy succeed him,” she says these words the best she can, but she can’t help but inject some small amount of venom into them.
“I...Your father,” Leo sputters. “He was a great guy. I miss him everyday.”
“Me too!” V snaps back a tad too harshly then she had intended to.
“I also wanted to let you know that I don’t believe a single word of what anybody says about what happened in Chicago. I knew your father; I know you, and I can’t imagine that what they’re saying can be true. I’d loved to hear the whole story from you sometime.”
“I’ll pencil you in after I get settled in. Is there anything else?”
“Nope.”
“If that’s all then,” Mac says before whispering to Adam. The doors slide shut, and Adam drives them away from the Sheriff who’s still standing there as their cloud of dust swallows him.
“The nerve of that guy,” Mac starts. Veronica only has enough self control to shrug.
“Well I’m going to talk to someone about this. I will.”
“Don’t bother let’s just move it along.”
The drive continues in silence, until Rebecca falls asleep.
“Thank god,” Mac says. “Now if we talk quietly we can actually have an adult conversation.”
“So that’s what with the act?”
“You know me good old Mac. Same old same old underneath the mommy mask.”
“You had me going there awhile.”
“Whatever. I know I didn’t have you fooled for a sec,” Mac says before continuing, “I don’t know if you want to but Dick wanted to host at thing for you if your up for it.”
“Good old Dick never lets any opportunity to party pass him by.”
“I could tell you it’s not like that, but I don’t think you’d believe me. He’s been a very different person since Logan...” she coughs to hide the awkwardness.
“It’s fine,” Veronica says.
“He’s been very good for us finishing some of the things that Logan left behind. He’s not the idiot you remember and he’s not talking about a party. It’s just a small dinner thing he wants to do. You, me, the kids maybe Cliff if he’s around.”
“Something like that sounds fine.”
“One more thing...”
“Yeah.”
“Charlie Stone called us up the other week.”
Veronica doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“He and Logan got pretty close,” Mac continues. “He just wants to know what happened.”
“Now we’re talking about something I just can’t deal with right now. I’m sorry about it. That’s just too much.”
“No problem. There’s no rush. Look we’re almost home. We’ll talk more later.”
“Sure.”
Veronica’s eyes drifts to the streets and buildings around her. So much has changed here but so much has not. There are still the same class divisions that have existed for as long as she can remember, but it just doesn’t seem so bad right now. Maybe someone’s been working on fixing that problem lately. Considering all the recent Occupy hostility she’s surprised that Neptune hasn’t erupted in violent protests. The more things change and all that, she thinks.
Her mind drifts back to that conversation with Sheriff D’Amato. So much of that reminds her of her father. It can’t be helped. The uniform alone is enough to trigger her memories.
“You have got to stop this!” her father tells her. This isn’t exactly the warm reception she was expecting for her first trip to Neptune in three years. She had imagined something more cozy and comfortable than Interrogation Room Two.
“I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
“You know damn well what we’re talking about,” he says pointing at his deputy Leo D’Amato who’s standing in behind him. “You’re in town checking into Gory Sorokin’s background. Everybody knows it. Gory himself called me to tell me he knows about it.”
“Are we really on a first name basis with monsters like Gory now? When did that happen? I thought our job was to put away monsters like Gory.”
Keith Mars takes a deep breath and forces himself to relax. Getting upset is not the way to convince his stubborn daughter of anything.
“I’m sure you know that Gory clipped a whole cartel crew, right?”
V nods.
“You
know why,” he asks. She shakes her head. “Because they didn’t return
his phone call. He clipped a fucking cartel crew for not returning his
phone call.”
“So he’s a crazy monster. We’ve put away people like that before.”
“And you know what the cartel did to retaliate?” Keith continues. His
daughter shrugs. “They did nothing. They did nothing because if they
knew that if they tried anything Gory Sorokin would have just hooked up
with one of their rivals and kill every last one of them.”“So he’s a crazy, influential monster.”
“I don’t know how else to explain it. Gory Sorokin is just a businessman as far as the rest of the world cares. He’s a developer. He’s a corporate executive. No one knows he’s one of the most influential mobsters on the West Coast. To the likes of us in law enforcement, he’s virtually untouchable.
“He snaps his fingers and people disappear. But his hands are clean. He nods his head and lives are ruined. I’ve looked at some of the books, and you can’t tell where Gory’s legitimate businesses end and where his mob ties begin. You look at him the wrong way and you’re happy if the worst thing he does is break your legs. He’s done far worse things to people for far less rational reasons.”
“We’ve covered that with crazy, but don’t you see that’s exactly why I have to take him down.”
Keith takes a moment before he tries a different tack.
“He called me a couple of years ago, you know,” Keith admits. “I knew who his father was, but I hadn’t heard a thing about him before. But he calls me and tells me that he’s willing to overlook certain insults to his sensibilities that you and Logan are responsible for. He’s willing to do this as long as you leave him alone to do his work in peace.”
“You can’t possibly believe that’s a good offer.”
“I don’t know,” Keith says softly. This whole conversation has left him exhausted.
“And if I don’t leave him alone? What’s he going to do?”
“I don’t know. But you better be prepared to live with whatever happens if you don’t. That’s all I got to say.”
Before she can form a witty response to that, he kisses her on her forehead. Her father continues, “C’mon Leo. We’ve some real work to do before I meet my lovely daughter for dinner later. Let’s go.” Deputy Leo stands alone for a moment.
“See you’re still single there Leo,” Veronica ventures.
“Can’t quite quit thinking about the one who got away and all.”
“Flirt! You’ve got my dad’s back, right?”
“Absolutely, I’m his number-one-go-to-guy. I wouldn’t let anything ever happen to him.”
“Good to know. You better catch up with dad before he starts yelling for you.”
He nods and exits the interrogration room.
“You have quite a reputation here at Neptune High Miss Mars.”
Veronica’s a little bit lost in her conversation with Ella Borys the principal of Neptune High. Walking these halls again is a bit of a distraction. There are some memories here. Not all of them good, but the good ones are the ones that do standout.
“I’m sorry what was that?”
“I said that you have a quite a reputation. Some of your former teachers remember you quite fondly. And some of your former classmates...let’s just say that they don’t share the same opinion.”
“You’re talking about Madison right?”
“For one I suppose, but I really shouldn’t gossip. Regardless of what people have to say I must admit I’m very excited to have someone with your background teaching here.”
“You’re in dire need of a ex-FBI agent I suppose?”
“No, not that part of you background. I’m referring to your Journalism Awards that you received while attending Neptune High--we still have those on display in the office--and those other awards you received while you attended Hearst College. I’ve seen those on display in the O’Dell Admissions Hall.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t get me wrong that other background of yours is also exciting, but I have to wonder why you never tried to pursue a career journalism.”
“Let’s just say I had a different calling.”
“Sure. Well here’s the room. Before we go in and introduce you to your class, let me make some demands of you if I can.”
Veronica stares at the petite woman before wondering if she was for real or not. It wouldn’t surprise her if she were to show her her pointed elfin ears. She shakes this distractions off and nods to acknowledge the Principal's words.
“I would like you to take this newspaper back to the top. We were once the envy of every district for hundreds of miles in every direction, but we didn’t quite figure out the Internet and all very well. So we’ve got issues, no pun intended.”
“Well I promise I’ll do my best to make that happen.”
“That’s all I can ask for. Shall we?”
Veronica nods and Ella Borys opens the door and shows her inside. The class is just a little bit out of control. Borys calls for their attention and the rooms quiets.
“Let me introduce all of you to Miss Mars. She will be taking over as your journalism advisor. Be sure to pay her the same attention and respect you would to Mr. Sauzig,” she says in her authority voice. To Veronica she adds in an aside, “We’ll find you more classes to sub just as soon as we see how this is working out for you, okay?”
Veronica nods and Boryz leaves to do whatever Principals do, probably administrate. She takes her place behind the podium and eyes the kids. Reading the room is something she’s used to doing as a Fed, but she’s not exactly looking to see if any of these kids are going to pull a gun or a knife on her. There’s Buddy, Mac’s eldest son. These high school years won’t be kind to a child of nerds. That blond sitting in the back corner must be Madison’s daughter. She doesn’t quite have that vacant stare she remembers Madison having; that must be Dick’s genes. In the opposite corner is a Hispanic girl. She’s has a face that reminds her of someone but she can’t recall who. Maybe it’s all that make up--eye shadow and mascara--and teased hair that confuses her.
“Let’s get started then with attendance.”
She reads off the names in alphabetical order.
“Cassidy Casablancas.”
There’s an odd expression on her face when Veronica says her name.
“Here.”
“Is everything alright,” Veronica asks.
“Everything’s fine,” Cassidy responds. “It’s just that I though you’d be taller. From what my Mom said I thought you’d be tall and more angry than you are. You seem normal to me.”
“Well thank you then Cassidy. Tell your Mom that I’ll make sure that you’re well taken care of. Let’s continue then.”
The names continue on.
“Lily Navarro.”
The
Hispanic girl raises her hand. Before she can read off the next name
one of the boys on the other side of room says, “Ladybug. She’s called
Ladybug.”
Lily Navarro rolls her eyes.
“Is Ladybug what you would prefer to be called?”
Lily shrugs.
“You wouldn’t happen to be a related to Eli Navarro?”
“He’s my father.”
“Weevil is your father?”
Lily shoots her the nastiest look. It’s enough for Veronica to backtrack some.
“Eli was a friend of mine.”
“I know. I really thought you’d be taller and maybe tougher looking.”
“Anyway then, I’m glad to see Eli has such a precocious child.”
“Whatever.”
She continues with the names again until she reads Buddy’s name.
“Max Walther-MacKenzie.”
“Here.”
“I’m happy to be here with you too Buddy.”
Something
about what she says makes the whole room laugh. It takes a second for
her settle it out and she reads more names until she comes to the last
name. Her Fed skills are buzzing a little because she hasn’t figured
out who this last name belongs to. She must be sitting behind that tall
kid.
“Melody York,” Veronica repeats.
From somewhere behind that tall kid a girl says, “Present.”
“Can you stand up please, I can’t quite see you.”
When
she stands up, V is almost knocked to the floor. Melody York is the
spitting image of her friend Lily Kane. She has the exact same wide
eyed face and full mouth. Her long blondish hair hangs from her
shoulders the same way Lily’s hair did. She has the same shade of blue
eyes. The moment is leaving her feeling strangely feverish. It’s been
years since this ghost has haunted her, but if there were ever a good
time for it to return then now would be perfect. She’s feeling more
crazy than sane anyway these days.
“Miss Mars,” Melody says.
That
voice isn’t Lily’s voice. That one difference is enough for her mind
to reel itself back into place. Suddenly she sees the differences.
Melody is not quite as short as Lily was. She carries herself a little
more formally, more rigid than the way Lily loosely did. There’s
something a little different in her eyebrows too. Veronica notices now
that despite their shared hair color Melody’s hair is not naturally that
tint. She can see a few of her brown roots.
“Miss Mars,” Melody says again. “May I return to my seat please?”
“Sure. Sure.”
The spell is broken and Veronica settles back to her class.
“That’s
taken care of. Let’s talk about what we’re working on then. Who’s in
charge of what? Who writes what and all that, but let’s also talk about
what your interests are. If we can’t connect what you care about to
what you write about, no matter what we do this paper won’t work. Who
wants to go first?”
It’s evening now and Buddy’s riding his bike home. He’s just been riding around Neptune going to places he probably shouldn’t, but he feels the need to explore every part of this place he calls home. He’s seen some strange things on these bike rides of his. Maybe he’ll talk to Miss Mars about writing a column. It could be call Riding Around With Max or something.
Ahead of him something out of the ordinary is happening. It’s obviously some kind of burglary or robbery. He’s particularly oblivious to this because he stops to watch the action. There’s crowd of five or six guys in front of a biggish house; it’s not a mansion or anything but it has at least three bedrooms. There’s a white truck parked in front of the place.
The crowd of guys walk into the house empty handed and exit the house carrying big white boxes. They stash these boxes in the back of the truck then head back into the house. Even if Buddy thought this might be fishy, he’d dismiss it. If something like that were happening wouldn’t these guys be wearing masks or something? He can see their faces and clearly identify them. When it starts to get boring, Buddy continues to bike home.
Hours pass and Buddy is reading in the study when the doorbell rings. He goes to answer it and sees that it’s a couple of Sheriff deputies. He opens the door and tells them he’s going to find his mother.
“Max Walther-MacKenzie?”
“You’re looking for my dad? He’s out of town.”
“Max Walther-MacKenzie, we have an eyewitness that puts you at the scene of a burglary. We’d like you to come down to the station with us to answer a few questions.”
Mac walks into the situation only hearing the Deputies last few sentences.
She steps between the Deputies and her son and says, “No! You tell us what’s going on right now or leave my son alone. Adam!”
Adam rushes into the middle of this,but he can’t interfere with the police. He says, “I will be accompanying you to the station until Max has proper representation.” To Mac he says, “Call Max. Call a lawyer. Then call for a babysitter and meet us down at the station. We’ll work it out there.”
Mac doesn’t understand why Adam would let this happen, but it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. The deputies agree to Adam’s suggestion. When they are gone Mac calls her husband, who will call Dick Casablancas, then she calls for someone to watch her other two kids while she’s taking care of this nonsense. As she waits for her babysitter to arrive she realizes there is one perfect person she can call in a situation like this and as luck would happen she is sitting in her guest house right now.
“Veronica!” she calls out.
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