Before she could discern his response, he was turned around and marched off between two cops.
Oh boy.
Lois gripped Henderson's jacket. "What about the clothes?" she said. "The Prada dress? Clark's jacket and tie? Did you get them tested for gunshot residue?"
He nodded. "Inconclusive."
The gun rubbed off?
Henderson sighed. "There was nothing on Clark's clothes. The dress had traces of something, but the area was small and almost twelve hours had passed since the shooting."
"Where did you find the gun?"
"In the subway."
Oh boy. Oh boy. Did he lose it?
“I need the video recorder. I need it here in less than ten minutes."
/forehead eyes/
"Thanks, Jimmy." Lois slammed down the phone and went to search through her closet for exactly the right outfit.
What is she up to now…?
Lois quickly finished tying the knot in the black lace that weaved up her cleavage, pulling together the two sides of the shiny red halter-top.
Oh dear. Her outfit form Resurrection.
His eyes were popping, and he seemed to have lost the ability to move.
"Are you *trying* to get yourself mugged?" Jimmy said in exasperation.
Lois hailed a passing cab. It stopped. "If that is what it takes."
I’m doubting she’s referring to Lana mugging her…
Yeah, that was where Clark had left it before turning his attention to trying to help
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
If Lana had been watching his apartment and had seen him with Lois … He had to try to protect Lois. "I took it from Lana Lang."
"I met Lana," he said.
"After the shooting? Or before?"
"After."
"When?" Wolfe fired. "Where?"
"When I was coming to the police station."
"When you came in earlier this morning?"
"No. Before that."
Well, at least he’s sticking to his earlier plan of having Wolfe pull out everything by using plyers.
"She said that if I came to you and told you she had been in my apartment, she would ..." Clark stopped. All he had was the truth, but he was painfully aware of exactly how implausible it would sound.
"She would what?" Wolfe said.
"She would kill Lois Lane."
Ooooooh!
If he were charged and found guilty, they would know that a normal prison cell wouldn't hold him. They would know they needed kryptonite.
Oh boy. Corrina’s fond of locking Clark up for decades and constantly exposing him to Kryptonite.
Lois directed the cab driver to stop one hundred yards from Clark's apartment and walked with clipped and purposeful steps, her high heels tapping loudly on the sidewalk as the wheels of her suitcase jolted behind her.
Ooooh! Bait!
She draped her lacy bra over the edge of the suitcase, its black colour providing a stark contrast to the pink.
More bait!
The woman stopped at the top of the stairs. "Who are you?" she said.
"I'm Lois Lane," she replied.
"*You're* Lois? Lois Lane?"
