Weevil wasn’t surprised when Veronica found out.
It was on the senior trip that had almost been canceled. They were at the amusement park, much to the disappointment of many of the 09ers. “Luckily” for them, Dick had brought along some of his father’s alcohol. What little he’d left.
“Luckily” for Weevil, Dick was very, very easy to steal from.
But in spite of that, at least some part of Weevil really was a bit of a kid. He happily entered the line for the park’s biggest roller coaster, the Magic Mountain. He hadn’t been too surprised to find Veronica Mars standing there, almost as if she’d been waiting for him. They weren’t the sort of people that others sat by willingly, so they ended up in the first car of the rollercoaster together. They joked on the way up, always toeing an unseen line between sexually charged and indecent. Weevil sometimes wondered if she was flirting with him. Then he remembered she was Veronica Mars, and he discounted the idea altogether.
Then she stopped, staring at him.
“What? The brown fading?” Weevil asked, gesturing to his skin.
Veronica looked at him, her mouth agape. He’d never seen her look afraid before. At least not at him. He knew where she was going before she said it, but he’d never know how she got there. “You set him up.”
Weevil’s smile vanished. He didn’t think it was going to return. “Surprised it took you so long.”
“The Sheriff was--"
“Lamb doesn’t help people like us, Veronica,” Weevil said harshly. “The 09ers have him in their pockets, and he’s sitting comfortably from where I can see. Thumper wouldn’t have gotten what he deserved.”
“So you made sure he did,” Veronica said softly, but not meekly. She was always a steel marshmallow, that Veronica Mars. “God… Eli, how could you?”
The rollercoaster climbed in silence. When they finally reached the summit, Weevil took his last breath as a free man.
“I loved Felix, Veronica,” Weevil said very softly.
“Well, aren’t you a sentimental fool?” Veronica asked, her voice breaking.
He was surprised she was actually crying. He knew it wasn’t for Thumper. He’d been a waste of space, a murderer. She had no sympathy for him.
Could it have been Weevil she was crying for? For his now wasted life? For what was going to happen to him now? For the fact that she’d always thought he could be better?
Weevil decided against it. After all, this was Veronica Mars.
Weevil reached over and brushed away a tear from her cheek as the ride went over the edge. He didn’t look at her. Just the quickly approaching ground.
“I’ve lost too many people, Veronica. It’s time I took someone.”
Weevil couldn’t hear her clearly over the screams, but he thought that maybe she said something about him losing himself.
He didn’t say so, but he knew she was right.