Hi,
Great part.
If I were Clark I'll have front road sit. Be there went they arrest the weasel in front of Mrs. Perfect.
And suddenly, some pieces of the red kryptonite puzzle began to come together. Lana was from Smallville. She’d grown up with Clark. If anyone knew where to find red kryptonite, it would be her. In fact, didn’t she even have a motive for wanting to hurt him? He’d dumped her, hadn’t he?
“Clark, are you sure Lana doesn’t know about her husband?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Because...well...she knows you, and-“
He whirled around. “You think she told him, don’t you?” he demanded. “Told him where to find the stuff, told him what it does to me?”
Maybe she has something to do with this. The perfect revenge.
He stared at her. <<Return them? Are you serious?>>
<<It’ll be a piece of cake the second time around. You’ll breeze it.>>
<<I’ll...? You mean you’re not planning on coming with me?>> he asked.
<<Of course not. It’s dangerous. You said so yourself.>>
<<Lois... Did anyone ever tell you you’re the most exasperating person a guy could ever work with?>>
She grinned. <<No, but then I always used to work alone.>>
<<I can see why.>>
