I really should be doing other stuff than serial-reading…
Lois stared after the detective with narrowed eyes. It appeared as though she’d underestimated the former actress.
Yes, it appears to a kind of recurring theme with her. Flashy people capture her attention, the rest is just flotsam to be left in her wake.
This isn’t a daycare, she thought fiercely as she stomped out of his office, they’re freaking adults! They came here voluntarily and they can manage their own business!
Yes, can you imagine a daycare center where superheroes can drop of their significant others when they have to go and attend a situation? Boy, Lois would not do well in a such a place.
"I shouldn't have encouraged Ms Lane to go to the warehouse, I was wrong, and I apologise."
Shepherding them was like dealing with multiple Lucifers-
LUCIFER: So, Detective, I gather you’d like to deal with all three of us, then?
Lois interrupted her musings. “Why do you work with a civilian consultant?”
Same reason Lois does. Handsome. Offers protection. And his naiveté sometimes help in getting fresh insights.
CLARK: Hey!
LOIS: You’re a feel-good writer from Smallville, aren’t you?
CLARK: Hey!
The knife was unexpectedly ornate;
Huh, well, it’s not Alexander’s sword, so…
“Looks like it,” Clark commented. In fact, to him, it looked eerily familiar. While he was no expert, he’d nearly swear he’d seen that same blade in Luthor’s penthouse, forming part of the billionaire’s ostentatiously displayed antique weapon collection.
So, oops?
LEX: No, not ‘oops’. I did not give out complementary knives for Christmas so my current employees can use them to filet former employees. They are antiques! To be displayed.
“Come along, Detective. Our dead guys will still be dead in the morning.”
Wouldn’t it be awkward if either Dr. Mamba, Dr. Hamilton, Baron Sunday showed up?
Not sure if I get around to another part today. Will see
Michael
