Wahoo! Finally getting up to date on this one!
"My husband was the only cop in Mount Bethel, Pennsylvania for over thirty years," Clark's neighbour replied. "When we moved there, he said he couldn't be everywhere at once, so he insisted I learn how to handle a gun. I practised until I was the best shot in the entire town."
"You can sit up," Mrs McCreadie said. "But if you make one move towards the gun or Ms Lane, I will shoot. And the last time I missed what I was aiming for, it was 1979."
"Will you tell him that I didn't mean to get him into trouble?"
You can tell him too. He'll forgive you and probably invite you in to share a celebratory cake.
Lois shrugged an admission. "But I didn't know you are so proficient with a gun."
Yup. Which makes it still a HUGE risk.
"He does," Lois said. Fearing she had been too transparent, she quickly added, "He's my partner, and I don't like to see anyone accused of something he didn't do."
Yes, we save confessions for Clark first.
"When your partner looks like Mr Kent."
"I think that would be a very good idea," Henderson said dryly.
"I think she had it right the first time," Henderson said grimly.
"I suppose you have a theory as to how Clark's fingerprints got on the murder weapon?"
Yes? Because she has an answer for everything.
"Actually, by then, he was probably trying to protect Superman."
That's half right!
He suffers from Clark Kent Martyr Syndrome.
"No. He was protecting someone else he cares about."
"Who?"
"You."
Awww! Yay, Henderson!
"Was he *trying* to make things worse for Clark?"
<snicker>
That they were friends?
Partners?
Or that he wished they could be something more?
Yes. Yes. And...look at that! Yes.
Oooh! More soon? Pleeeeease?
