Anyway, Veronica doesn't even bother explaining her rationale for thinking Weevil didn't do it, so it seems like she simply trusts him implicitly, which is kind of nice, I'd have to say. She cuts to the chase and says that Sean did it: he hid the money in one of the large-mouthed bottles he was drinking from, and then when it was thrown out, snatched it from the Echollses' recycling bin. Hmm. I know that maxim about eliminating the impossible and seeing what remains, but Veronica's awfully imaginative to have come up with that scenario. Logan asks why Sean would need to steal, which is a dumb way of putting it, because Connor, whom Logan suspected, hardly "needs" the money either, coke habit or no. Anyway, this is so that Veronica can tell us that she wondered why Sean's dad was at home at 3 in the afternoon in a suit instead of being at work -- unless he was at work: "I have to say, I was a bit miffed -- I was this close to being able to say, 'The butler did it.' But no, it was the butler's son." Sean snarls that that doesn't prove anything, but Veronica duhs that his saying that makes him a liar, and by the way, she ran a background check on him, and he's got a shoplifting problem. "You are really bad at it," she tells Sean. Hee. Sean looks around, and if he wasn't familiar with the expression "tough room," he is now. He starts to babble to Weevil that he has the money, but Weevil suggests that they go for a walk. Sean babbles on that there's no need for violence. Oh, Sean. If you take it like a man, at least you won't give Weevil the extra incentive of closing your incessantly babbling mouth. Veronica takes a seat and asks if she can deal first, and spreads the deck in a manner that suggests she's no stranger to Vegas. Frankly, if she wasn't a card sharp, I'd be a little disappointed.