I've solved the the case of the missing file. You're not going to like it. Good news - we got the right guy on the Spellman robbery itself. Bad news is that Law Enforcement Officer Raul Hatchett was having an affair with Eva Wentz and left a belt that can clearly be seen in one of the crime scene photos of the Spellman residence. He took the file to avoid the news of the affair getting out, which-- oopsie.
He's currently locked in the utility closet outside the kitchens. Don't worry, my brawny-yet-sensitive boyfriend is standing in front of the door and and waiting for you guys to arrest him. Hatchett's confessed to everything, which from what I understand is enough grounds to release him without trial because he's a nice guy, but I figured I'd let you people do some paperwork for once.
(Incidentally, I'd figured it out before Storybrooke, but I didn't have time to get the confession I needed before being whisked away on a magical adventure full of love and light. Also incidentally, unless you have a comment about this case, don't poke the bear. Today is not a good day, and tomorrow's not looking great either. Thank you.)
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I've already spoken to Fenris about this, but if you'd like, I wouldn't mind staying friends. We don't have to be nice friends. We can be wryly-observant obnoxious friends, like Statler and Waldorf. Let me know.
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Oh Veronica. Just can't keep from hitting that wasp nest, can you? I thought about not taking this personally - gave it a real ponder - but at the end of the day when people are telling victims of a mind-screwing spell that they sound angry and that the perpetrator made a mistake, I just can't help but think of my dear friend Officer Lamb smiling at me over his desk the day I told him I thought I'd been raped:
Look at this! She cries! I'll tell you what, Veronica Mars — why don't you go see the Wizard. Ask for a little backbone.
Who knew I'd pine for Lamb? He at least heard me out.
It's a magical, mystical screw-up all right. Some people walk it off because in their world, magical mystical screw-ups are the special of the day. And some people flash back to waking up with a dry mouth, a headache, and underwear as missing as their memories. It's not Cisco's fault just like it wasn't Duncan's. And it's not Emma's fault like it was Cassidy's. I wasn't sent to a hell dimension and I don't have experience with being burned at the stake for having magical powers.
But that doesn't make it nothing. I was over it, even with the rapes that were happening at I've got lots of experience with being hated for refusing to be a doormat, though. And even more experience with being That Bitchy Slut who should've forgiven and forgotten without ruining the trajectory of a Nice Boy's life for one screw-up. Let 'em come. Some of these people can lift buses over their heads. Me? I get to lift my own spirits when I feel attacked, dismissed and alone. Who's the one with super powers now, Mount Weather?