What Time Can't Heal
Also known as...
(Yay, Joey's Dead)
Part Two
By: Carrie, and stormluver

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"I'm telling you, for the eight-hundredth time. I haven't been in contact with Leery. I haven't heard from him." He leaned back in the chair, arms folded across his chest.

"Mr. Witter, please."

"Jesse, God. Give me a break. I've told you a million times."

"Mr. Witter..."

"And don't call me Mr. Witter. It's Pacey." He grinned. "You're the cousin of one of my best friends. We've gone out an innumerable amount of times in the last 4 years. We've been friends for a while now. I think you can trust me on this."

"Listen Mr....Pacey. I'm just doing my job." He smiled as Pacey relented and relaxed back into the chair. "Now, tell me, one more time, what happened the night Joey died."

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It had been hell retelling the story again. Although it had happened five years ago, every time he closed his eyes, Pacey could see the blood on Joey's chest, see the glazed over look her eyes held.

He'd heard from his mother that his dad was going to bust Mr. Potter. He'd known for sometime that Dawson knew what was going on. And he knew that his friend was too good to sit by and let his girlfriend believe a lie. He'd gone over to the Potter house to provide a little stability and friendship, when he knew it would be needed most. Instead, he'd come across a most unstable scene.

Dawson was holding a smoking pistol, his hand steady, never wavering. Joey was writhing on the ground, her face showing the look of one who was betrayed. As Pacey stepped in on the pair, Dawson's head slowly lifted, and seconds later, Pacey found himself looking into two deadly, frightening eyes. Eyes of someone who'd just been pushed too far.