"Well, gee, thanks, Mr Echolls," Veronica chirped. "But it was nothing compared to the little act you put on, was it?" She might not have been there to see firsthand, but she had heard enough and she knew what it had to have been like. She wouldn't let it faze her, refused, though she couldn't even muster up a proper smirk now, her expression hard and cold, hands curling into tight fists at her side.

It hadn't even occurred to her that might have come up in court, that it was something her dad would have known, must have known - that he had never mentioned. "It was nothing to the lies you must have told."