Laurel

"Kara, please tell me I can go home soon" I begged.

"Not yet, please" she pouted, "I promise you can go home after everyone else goes home"

"I am so tired" I groaned. "Why do I have to wait with you? Alex and Slade are here with you"

"I know, but I want you to talk to Malcolm," She said, "He needs... advice"

"For what?" I asked, crossing my arms. 

"You can't tell anyone" She pulls me away. "He's being investigated"

"He owns a company that sells private jets and luxury yachts, what could he be investigated for?" I asked.

"The murder of his wife" She whispered. My heart jumped. Rebecca was murdered 5 years before Malcolm was 'adopted' by the Danvers, she was a major part of his life and we could still see traces of her in his life.

"They suspect Malcolm killed his wife?" I asked. 

"Not originally, but..." Kara took a deep breath and shook her head.

"My dad" I whispered. "What does he have against Merlyn"

"I have no idea, Laur, but he has convinced investigators and other detectives Malcolm might have done it," She said, "We both know Malcolm couldn't have murdered Rebecca, he loved her more than life itself and not to mention she gave him a son"

I remember the day Rebecca's death was announced, the newspapers and tabloids went crazy for it. She was an activist, a philanthropist, and not to mention inspiration. "You want me to represent him?" I ask.

"No, maybe. Not yet though, maybe just talk to him, tell him what to expect from investigators" She said.

"Fine" I sighed, "I may not like him, but god knows he wouldn't kill his wife" 

I started making my way to Malcolm who was sitting with Slade and Oliver talking. "Hey, Laur" Slade smiled. "Is Kara letting you leave finally?"

"Nope" I tilted my head and looked at Malcolm. He gave me a weird look before realizing what I was doing.

"I'll be back, boys" He jumped up and took my arm, bringing me to the backyard, as far from the party as possible. "Kara told you"

"You could have told me," I said, "I could help"

"You hate me" He leaned on the side of the house.

"I don't hate you" I took a deep breath, "I just mildly dislike you" I am a god, damn liar.

"Is Kara forcing you to help me?" He asks, watching a few party guests step out onto the porch.

"No, I just know you would never do anything to hurt Rebecca," I said, "I saw you guys in the tabloids and in person, you loved her more than anything"

"I did" He nodded. "It's your father who lead investigators to look at me"

"I know" I nibbled on the side of my cheek.

"You told Slade your father was forced to take time off, but you told Eliza he has been working day and night. Which is the lie?" He asked.

"Both" I gulped. "I am not going to tell you where he is, I don't even know, he left a few weeks ago. But I will tell you if investigators pull in, don't call your lawyer, call me" I said, I turned to head back into the house. "God knows the mess my father left"

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