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Logan came bursting into the city morgue, with Roman at his heels.

Patton was bent over his desk, hands being handcuffed behind his back, with Inspector Remy Louis standing over him, along with two other, quite buff policemen. The coroner had tears in his eyes, and was protesting. "I didn't do it! Please!"

"Patton?" Logan asked, voice surprisingly quiet.

Patton looked toward the doorway. "Logan!"

Remy looked up too, eyes joining Patton's on Logan. "Christie. I was wondering when you would show up." Remy yanked Patton to his feet, and the other two constables gripped the coroner's arms roughly, making Patton yelp in pain.

Logan reached his hand out, like he was keeping a large animal at bay. "Sir, stop it--"

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Christie. I thought I told you to make this arrest last night." Logan could feel Remy's cold look even through the dark sunglasses that were ever-present on his face.

Patton looked up at Logan, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks. "Logan... is this true? Do you think I did this?"

Logan looked at Patton momentarily, but the sight was painful. He looked back at Remy instead, but he answered Patton all the same. "No, I don't. I also believe I know who the real killer is."

"Oh? And who's that?" Remy asked, jutting a hip out.

"Daemon White." Logan said.

Patton gasped. "D-Daemon?"

"I'm sorry, Patton." Logan said, still not looking at him.

"Do you have any evidence against this Mr. White?" Remy asked.

"I-I... well... not exactly."

"Well then--"

"The detective saw him!"

All attention turned to Roman, who had spoken up from behind Logan. "He told me that he saw him last night, and he recognized him!"

Logan glared at Roman. He knew how this was going to end.

"Is this true, Christie?" Remy asked him.

Logan slowly turned back around to face the stand-in inspector. "Yes. Yes, it's true. I saw him at the university that I believe he was keeping Virgil before he was murdered."

"And you're sure it's him?"

"Pretty sure."

"Pretty sure?" Remy looked like he was getting annoyed.

Logan looked down. "Well I only got a brief look at him, sir. I can't be one hundred percent certain--"

"We also figured out his alias thing!" Roman interjected again.

Logan closed his eyes, wincing a little.

"His what?" Remy asked.

"His alias. The fake name he was using. He called himself Cain."

"Like in the bible? The one who killed his brother?" One of the other policemen spoke up.

Roman nodded. "Exactly. According to the detective, both Mr. Sanders and Mr. White were like sons to Dr. Hart. Making them brothers and Dr. Hart, God."

"Adam." Logan hissed under his breath.

"While I find this all extremely fascinating, I don't think a story, or a witness who's pretty sure will make that much of an influence in court." Remy said sarcastically.

Roman hung his head.

"I spoke to the judge and arranged a hearing last night, because you were supposed to arrest Dr. Hart last night." Remy continued, bitterly. "His court hearing is in half an hour. If we don't leave now, we'll miss it. Take him away, boys." Remy snapped his fingers and pointed to the door.

Logan and Roman couldn't do anything but watch helplessly as Remy and the others lead Patton out of the morgue.

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"Inspector Louis, sir, a moment of your time." Logan asked, after knocking thrice on the door to Thomas', turned Remy's office. Remy looked at him in dismay.

"Please." Logan added.

Remy sighed, before nodding. "Alright. What is it, Christie?"

"Sir, with all due respect, I really don't think that Dr. Hart is responsible for Virgil Sanders' murder."

"This again?" Remy pulled off his glasses, folding them daintily. But the lack of aggression in Remy's movements, in contrast to his voice, made Logan nervous. "The court ruled him guilty of all charges, detective. He will hang tomorrow."

Logan bit his lip. "Please, sir. I can prove it."

Remy looked into Logan's worried, but determined eyes. He popped his lips, and set his sunglasses on the desk in front of him. "Fine. Dr. Hart is to be executed at six tomorrow evening. That means you have around twenty-four hours from now until then. Give me enough evidence before then, and I'll stop the execution."

Logan nodded hurriedly. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." He turned away, before pausing, and turning back. "Uh, sir, where is Dr. Hart right now?"

Remy peered at him with cold eyes. "In the holding cells."

"Thank you."

"I wouldn't visit him for too long, though. You don't exactly have time for a nice cup of tea and a chat, do you? The deadline is harsh."

Logan imagined Patton having a black bag placed over his head, the noose around his neck, the hangman pulling the lever...

Logan tensed up. "Right."

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Logan stepped into the cell block, the cement floor was hard and unforgiving beneath his feet. All of the cells were empty, as they usually were. They were simply holding cells, after all. All of them, that is, except one. The one way on the far end of the block. From here, even in the dim light, Logan could make out a man, who no doubt was Patton Hart, sitting on the cell bed with his head in his hands, glasses gripped in one of his fists.

Logan took a deep breath, before walking down the hall toward the farthest cell. "Patton," he greeted.

Patton looked up, recognizing the voice. "Logan? Is that you?" He put on his glasses quickly.

"Yes, it is." Logan said, as he stepped up to the bars separating him and the coroner.

Patton came rushing up to the bars. He gripped them pleadingly. "Please, Logan, I promise I didn't do this. I would never kill anyone!"

Logan started to reach his hand forward, toward Patton, before thinking better of it, and lowering it again. "I know, Patton. I don't think you killed Virgil, either."

"You think it was Daemon?" Patton's voice was hushed now.

Logan nodded. "And I intend to prove it."

"How?" Patton's face changed. "I'm sorry. I trust you. You'll catch him, you always do." Patton reached through the bars to take Logan's hands in his own. Logan felt his breath hitch.

"P-Patton..."

"You'll catch him, right?" Patton's voice was a fearful whisper now. "I don't... I don't want to die."

Logan shifted his weight back and forth a bit, before gently squeezing Patton's hands. "You won't."

Patton looked down at their hands. "Promise?" He breathed.

"I'll do my best."

Patton nodded, knowing that in a situation like this, there could be no promises. He looked up, and flashed Logan a sad smile. "Look, Logan... in case you don't... make it in time..."

"Patton, don't."

"There was just... something I wanted to tell you."

Logan held his breath. This couldn't be happening. Please let it not be what he thought it was. His heart sped up, although Logan couldn't decide if it was because of nervousness, or anticipation.

"I-I..." Patton looked away, over Logan's shoulder. His eyes grew big, and his face morphed into one of terror. "LOGAN!" He screamed.

Before he could react, Logan felt something pinch the crease of his shoulder. He crumpled like a leaf. The world went dark almost immediately.
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