Hi,
Great part.
If Bill is here now we know where is Jess.
“There are going to be some questions asked. The FBI has been asking questions about the murder of the coach and his wife…they think this may be part of a pattern.”
“A pattern?” Clark asked.
“Of murders, mostly of women. Thirty seven murders over the last ten years, all in a corridor that stretches from Smallville to Metropolis. They say that the patterns are the same, and since you were the first person under suspicion, they’ll be looking for you.”
“Why are you telling us this?” Lois asked.
“Whatever else has gone on between us, you don’t deserve this.” Rachel jerked her head back toward the house. “Hell, I don’t deserve this. Pete was my friend too. I’d hate to think they were using you as a scapegoat and the real killer is still out there.”
Someone has been following Clark around and eliminating everyone that came in contact with Clark?
“You don’t think the FBI will take all that into consideration?”
Rachel shook her head. “Watch your back, Clark. From what I hear, you’ve already got a target on it. By rights, I should take you into protective custody right now.”
I got the feeling the FBI knew is Trask? Who they know all does murder are tide-up that fast?
Rachel wasn’t in, although the young officer than had stopped them.
“Agent Jack?” Lois said. “The sheriff was going to let us use your fax machine...”
He smiled and said, “It’s already here.”
Turning, he grabbed a stack of papers from the inbox.
Too fast and know the content of the documents.
“You saved me,” Lois said. “And Lucy, and the people working at evidence storage. You save people. If there’s more that you can do....maybe we can work together to find out a better way.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Don’t quit on me now,” Lois said. “We owe it to Pete and the coach and all those girls to find out who did all of this.”
He nodded, but continued to stare.
Too bad he still don't have the suit!
Did Clark save the evidence?
Clark squinted at the tax bill, then sighed. “I’ll send you a check.”
Lois turned to Clark and said, “Somebody’s been paying for your parents' place for the last ten years, knowing that you weren’t coming back.”
Clark said, “I think it’s time I go home.”
**********
The girl watched them go calmly. When the door to the stairwell slammed, she waited several minutes, filing paperwork and going back to her daily routine. Finally, she picked up the telephone receiver and punched in a number.
“They’re coming.”
Now we know where the club house is!
