Missing Lois - TOC A taste of Part 6:
Clark was at her bedroom door an instant later. He knocked, but there was no answer. Lois was sitting in bed, her head lying against bent knees, tissues covering the comforter. She glanced up when he entered, her eyes red and puffy. “Clark! I’m guilty.”
“Guilty? Of what?” he asked sitting down on the bed next to her.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Of murder, you idiot.”
“Oh. The trial.”
“Yes, the trial. I can never go home, Clark. They want to execute me.” She started to cry again.
“Kal will never let that happen and you know it.”
She gasped between sobs. “Oh, I know it all right.” She sniffled. “He broke me out of jail. ‘Mad Dog Lane’ is on the lam. He risked everything he believes in for me. The D.A. suspects that Superman helped me escape. Everything is all wrong.”
“Mad Dog?” He pressed his lips together so that he wouldn’t laugh. “You?” He couldn’t hold the laughter in any longer.
“Yes, me!” She threw a pillow at him.
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