Veronica approaches the truck driver and says, in her version of diplomacy, that they're "hoping to" ask him about the incident last May on the Coronado Bridge. He gruffly shoves them off with an "If there were an incident, I'd remember it," but Veronica obliquely calls his attention to the boy he saved, asking over her shoulder whether Logan's sure this is the guy. "Your route would take you over the bridge," she offers, and he breathes: "You know my route. You know where I live? Forty-third and Euclid. I got PCHers riding up and down my street day and night." They are halfway to understanding, because they're nowhere in the vicinity, no matter how much poor-girl whining Veronica does. "Now, if I was on the bridge that night, and if I saw what went down, a guy like me -- who's got a wife and a five-year-old daughter -- I think he's better off keeping his mouth shut." Compelling, no? Logan's not seeing that side of the discussion, pointing out that by covering his ass (not to mention the familial collective ass), he's made seven months of Logan's life "hell." Seafood Truck Guy rocks it: "Here's another way of looking at it: if I stopped and chased off the bikers and called 911, I'd be the guy who saved your life." I don't know that I would keep pushing at that point, because: word, but this is Logan: "I was planning on sending a fruit basket...from prison!" Trucker is like, "Yeah, I think the rich white son of a movie star is going to be okay," and gets in his truck while Logan scoffs. I like so, so much how this is what it comes down to: "I've got my circumstance, you've got yours," and nobody's going to be less than totally resentful after being told that one rates higher than the other. But, like, it's not like you can reasonably expect any side to give in and be like, "Yeah, sucks to be you. Guess I'll go to jail/get my kids killed." I like questions, but especially the ones you can't really answer. Even Perfect A+ Citizen Echolls, with his selflessness and his "freedom" and whatnot.
Veronica and Weevil meet up in the parking lot at school, and she lets him know that they found the real, non-plastic surgeon witness, but that he's basically worthless -- "Not a big fan of the PCHers," she grits. Weevil admits, humorously, that their "popularity's really gone downhill" without him, and Veronica tells him that, by her count, they're back at "bupkes." He tells her to "count again," because he's got another angle: Molly Fitzpatrick. He says this like it's new info, and I don't know how that could be, because don't we all four, you and me and Veronica and Weevil, know the A to Z of Felix and Molly? With the racism and the homogony and the creepy Irish-Catholic hooliganism that's never so virulent as on the TV? Or is this exposition for the Jacobs in the audience watching at home? Weevil: "The Fitzpatricks were using their plastic surgeon [Hannah's dad] to pin Felix's murder on Logan. Know what that says to me?" I'm sure I don’t completely understand Veronica's answer, because if she's saying what I think she's saying, I'd slap her just slightly in the face, and damn the consequences: "Tougher immigration laws?" And I don't mean that in a judgmental, pearl-clutching way; I mean it literally: I don't know what she means. "No," says Eli: "Thumper did the deed, but the orders came from the supplier." Probably as a rider on their business together. So but doesn't that wrap it up? The Fitzpatricks took care of it? "But why Felix?" asks Veronica, and I guess I really did get my wires crossed about where everybody was at with the plot, because as we all know and Eli now explains, Molly and Felix were sneaking around and dreaming a star-crossed truck-driving kind of forever love, or as Weevil puts it, "trucking their brains out." Veronica breathes this in: "Good golly, Miss Molly." Weevil tells Veronica more stuff we knew, about how if her family found out, they'd both get killed, and Veronica is like, "Maybe they found out," and both we and Weevil, for once, are several steps ahead: "Maybe they were told." I love how my whole brain is going into meltdown because we finally found/figured out one damn thing before Veronica did. How hilarious: "It's like, I can't believe it!" Like I've gotta create some elaborate head-injury scenario about Veronica's omniscience, or else my world will come crashing down. Although it's worth noting, in all fairness, that Lianne is the umeboshi in this scenario of Veronica's omniscience, forevermore. Aww.