Another busy morning for Peter and the local under 20s football team.
"Looking good there," Victor was waiting for him at the railings when he had finished training.
"Cheers," Peter wiped the sweat and dirt from his forehead, "No Dad?"
"No, he's working," Victor said, following his half-brother over to the stalls where he retied his laces.
"Shame. He said he'd be here," He sighed.
"That's just it, you never know when someone needs a taxi," Victor rolled his eyes at his thoughtlessness, "When's the match?"
"Next Saturday," Peter reached for his bag and slung it over his shoulder, "You coming?"
"If I'm conscious," Victor smirked, gaining a chuckle from Peter, "I'll be there,"
"Great," Peter couldn't help but grin at that, "Were you gigging the other night?"
"Yeah, thankfully all of us are still alive,"
"How's Spike? I haven't seen him in a while," Peter's question caused Victor to clench his jaw.
"He's fine, I suppose," He nodded, "He's probably in J's right now. I can drop you off there on the way back if you want to see him,"
"Ooh," The nineteen year old footballer broke out into a childish grin, "I'm pretty thirsty now that you mention it, wouldn't mind a pint,"
"Cool, I'll drop you there,"
"Just come in with me, bro. You're already in there half your time anyway, what's a few more hours?" Peter scoffed.
"I don't want to, not tonight," Victor shook his head as they approached his van in the car park.
"Why not? Is that drug dealer-whore giving you heartache?" Peter chortled, the both of them taking their seats in the vehicle.
"No and don't call her that please, Peter," Victor switched on the ignition, turning the car keys.
"You know she killed the girl, right?" Peter went on, "I know you're denying it out of... I dunno, loyalty? Friendship? Maybe you're just stoned again, but we both know she's guilty,"
"Why do you keep accusing her?" Victor almost laughed as he swung the van out of the car park, "Yes, she used to sleep with men for money, drinks far too much and never seems to take off her makeup but murder is a big fucking leap from that,"
"You don't think she's totally innocent, do you?" Peter snorted, "Come on, man, don't be an idiot. How much do you actually know about the chick?"
"Not much actually.. But no, come on. Stop being a dick, okay?" Victor shook his head, "Just because she won't sleep with you,"
"Look, I went to school with her for fourteen years, Vic," Peter gave him a hard stare, "She's changed, she's all broken down and messed up. I believe that girl could kill someone,"
"You've got to be kidding me," Victor sighed.
"So, you don't think it's at all possible that she could've sold Fiona and Britney the MDMA?" He sent Victor a knowing look.
"...It's not totally out of the question but I still can't imagine her murdering someone,"
"What're you doing?" Peter looked at him as the van slowed by the side of the pavement.
"I'm letting you out, so you can go to J's," Victor stated the obvious.
"No no no, bro," Peter protested, "Park it by the kebab shop and come in with me,"
"Peter, I don't think-" He stopped himself and pulled the van back into the road again, "Fine, you win. Who knows? Maybe Dad will join us later,"
•~~×~~•
"Ah, Lexi," Thomas looked up from his coffee to see the blonde enter Hotspot, "It's good to see you,"
"Cut the bullshit, Thomas, please," She sat down opposite him, "Why did you call me?"
"The police are hitting a bump," Thomas said quietly, he wasn't proud of this, "The MCU is coming in to take over the case of your sister's murder,"
"Okay, when?"
"We have two weeks,"
"Okay, but the murderer will still get caught?"
"Lexi-"
"This isn't important," Lexi huffed, "Right now, I know more than the police. You haven't done a thing, Thomas,"
"Yeah, that's something else I need to talk to you about," He grew far more awkward in that moment.
"What?" She eyed him.
"You're making us all look bad by doing what you're doing," He avoided eye contact with her at all costs.
"And what am I doing?" Her pink lips formed a thin line.
"Lol, being a slut,"
"Fuck right off, Elliott," Lexi turned around to the barista who was giving the other tables a wipe down.
"He's got a point," Thomas resembled a bold child being scolded, "I mean, you can be with whoever you want, it's your business, I understand that,"
"Then why is it a problem to you?" Lexi was not impressed at all. Not in the slightest.
"Because we all know why you're doing it," The lawyer began to play with the sachets of sugar on the table, "I know we haven't been able to make much progress but-"
"Thomas, no one even knows why she had washing powder in her synesis," She hissed. Elliott could only crease his brows and wonder what on earth had happened to Fiona that night. What the Hell was she up to?
"We're doing everything we can, it's only fair that you turn in the information you know," Thomas began to drum his fingers against the mess of sugar he had created out of awkwardness, "We are trying to help you, Lexi. Please,"
"Pretty much everyone I've gotten to has an alibi," She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, "Except Bradley, I haven't seen him since before the Gardaí brought him and Reyn in,"
"They're definitely more involved than they said," Thomas nodded, "It's just finding proof, and, y'know, witnesses who aren't stoned,"
