Veronica wasn't sure that Logan's intentions with her were ever totally pure--even when he was in super-protective mode. Years ago, in a limo with Duncan and Lilly, he'd said he'd always thought she was hot. Boys were boys. She smirked.
Logan had to be hating this. Probably all of it except the part where she was here. Whatever might be happening with them, and whatever she'd decided about how she felt about him, Veronica decided to be nice.
Mostly.
I've stayed in jail cells nicer than this.
She poked her head into the room and looked around, tucking hair behind her ear. "Well, that's because back home the jail cells come with snickerdoodles."
She came in and shut the door.
"Tell me what happened," Veronica said. "How did you get here? Maybe it'll help me figure out what happened to me."
She said it pretty sweetly, making sure to add that last bit so he'd be more likely to talk.