Always the Outcast
Who: Veronica and Logan Where: Veronica's apartment, her car, and a TBA place. When: Friday afternoon What: Veronica is having some troubles with her job. When you work in the FBI, that means pretty big trouble. But allegiance to an old friend makes it hard to know what the 'right thing' is.
Ever since Matt had figured out that Logan not only knew Curtis Mayfield, but worked for him, Veronica had been worried. Matt was trying to build up his case before presenting it to the big heads. Matt had even interrogated Veronica about Logan. Think that had been fun? No siree. Needless to say - it was a problem. Veronica knew that she'd be outed for 'covering' facts, because that's what the FBI did best (discovering your secrets). No one would flinch for a second to hear her out, or give a rich guy like Logan (with a colorful record) a moment to redeem himself. He was already guilty.
And Veronica didn't even know how guilty she was. She could get out now. Turn him in. Tell them everything she knew. Work with Logan while the FBI listened in with wire taps. She could save herself. But there was no saving them both. There was no saving him. It didn't sit well with her. She paced her apartment, wondering bizarre and unimportant things like why she'd never repainted the ugly taupe walls. She hated those walls.
It was Friday, one p.m. She was supposed to be at lunch, but she had a major lack of appetite. She had eaten a couple of crackers. She couldn't be sure when Matt would go to the authorities. <i>You can't save him.</i> She reached for the TV remote and turned it on, and then cranked the sound to almost maximum volume.
Fifteen minutes later she was out the door. She drove in the opposite direction of her office. The curtains were pulled in her apartment, and the TV was still on inside of the place. When she stopped at a street light she pulled a cellphone out of her coat pocket. It wasn't her usual cell. She didn't have her purse, either.