You've been given no choice! If this isn't the decision you wanted, feel free to return to Chapter 106!
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The story you are about to read was written by Tana, MT_Reade

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It was warm in Logan Christie's office. The golden evening sunlight poured through the window, toasting up the usually chilly office to a nice summer-like temperature. Logan almost felt like he should have his feet kicked up on the desk, but he wasn't that kind of guy, and it didn't seem very appropriate considering this was his workplace.

Logan was bored again. After checking every inch of the old school, and turning up nothing, they had decided they weren't going to have any luck finding Daemon White, and declared the case officially closed.

Logan had also paid a visit to a local doctor, who told him to not to anything to physically demanding until his heart and lungs healed from the carbon monoxide intake.

So, that left Logan with nothing better to do than to sit at his desk, thinking, as usual.

He had a lot to think about these days.

Thomas hadn't returned to work yet, which Logan supposed was fair. He still felt a little guilt over Virgil's death, and for the pain that Thomas was in, although it made him feel better to know that he was able to alleviate at least some of that stress by discovering who was responsible. However, it would've been better if they'd gotten Daemon behind bars, it was a little infuriating that he'd escaped, actually. But, Logan tried his best to pay it no mind.

That didn't go very well.

His thoughts were also haunted with trying to sort out his feelings toward both of his schoolboy friends. He would not let himself believe that he was homosexual. He was a detective for the police, how could he be... he couldn't be.

But the night that Daemon kissed him, and the moment that Patton had taken his hands at the cell block... they plagued him, replaying over and over in his head. He felt something in the pit of his stomach.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in." Logan said with a sigh.

"Sir?" Roman stepped into the room.

"Ah, hello Roman. How are you today?"

"I'm well, thanks." Roman came in. "Do you mind if I sit?"

"Go ahead." Logan said, inviting the constable to sit in the chair in front of his desk. Roman lowered himself into it, and took off his helmet, setting it in his lap.

"So, I heard you had my brother fired." Roman said.

"I did." Logan raised his eyebrows. "I hope I didn't upset you."

Roman's head fell back as he burst out into laughter. "No, sir. I'm not upset at all."

Logan chuckled. "Good, because I wasn't going to rehire him even if you were."

Silence fell between them. Logan felt an urge to say something. He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Roman... I have something I should tell you."

"What is it, sir?"

Logan folded his hands on the desk, trying to appear calm. Was he really going to--"I'm a homosexual."

There was a silence, before Roman whistled lowly. Logan opened his eyes. He'd said it. He couldn't take it back now.

Roman nodded slowly. "Okay."

Logan held out his hands. Roman looked at them in a daze. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Arrest me." Logan said simply.

"Woah, woah, woah." Roman pushed Logan's hands away gently. "Sir, I'm not going to arrest you."

Logan frowned. "Why not?"

Roman shrugged. "I don't think who you choose to love matters. It's a law I strongly disagree with. Why should we give people who are actively spreading love the same punishment as people who kill others for fun? I know I'm a constable, and that's my job... but I still have morals, sir."

Logan set his hands down. "I see. So... you aren't going to tell the inspector?"

"No, of course not." Roman shook his head. "Have you... told anyone else?"

Logan relaxed into his chair again. "No, it's not exactly something I want to be flaunting about. I also only just now came to terms with it." He hadn't really come to terms with it, but the lightness in his heart told him that it was the truth.

"Oh," Roman looked surprised. "Well, I, uh... thank you, sir. I'm glad you trust me."

Logan nodded. "Now, I need some time to think, if you don't mind. Is there anything else?"

"Of course." Roman stood, and moved to the door, still a little out of it. He pulled on his helmet, before turning around. "Actually, sir, there is something else. Dr. Hart is catching the seven o'clock train out of town to go visit his family." Roman explained. "But, he said that he had something to tell you first. He's waiting for you down at the morgue, to uh... say goodbye."

Roman's eyes were knowing. Logan nodded again.

Roman turned to the door. "Good evening, sir."

Logan called out to Roman as he started to leave. "It's Logan."

Roman paused, and turned back around to face the detective. "Sorry?"

"You called me "sir"." Logan said. "My name is Logan."

"But... s-sir, you're my boss."

"And you're my friend."

Roman didn't know what to say. He stood there in silence for a moment. He just let himself smile a little. "Good evening, Logan."

"Good evening, Roman."

Roman left without another word.

Logan sat back in his chair, mind still racing with thoughts about everything that had just happened. He opened the top drawer of his desk, looking for a pen. Maybe writing some things down would help. But, inside, he saw something he hadn't been expecting. A folded piece of paper.

To My Dearest Detective

Logan lifted it out of the drawer, and unfolded it carefully. He smoothed it out against his desk.

Logan,

This will be my final letter to you for now. At this time, I know that you managed to escape my trap.

You always were the smartest of the three of us.

I know that you are likely off celebrating with your friends, but of course, I know you aren't entirely satisfied.

Because you didn't catch me.

So, I'll give you one more chance, but I have a few conditions.

No weapons, you must come alone, and you can't tell anyone.

Or you'll be very, very sad.

I'll be at Marian Bridge until 7 pm.

I'm having company, so I'll need to be home shortly after ;)

I will not wait.

- Daemon

Logan checked the clock in his office. If what Roman said was true, Patton would be leaving soon. He knew that he should go speak to Patton, but there was something exhilarating about the thought of running off to meet a killer. A killer who was in love with him, the detective chasing after him, no less.

They both would be leaving at seven. Logan would have to choose.
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What person does Logan chase after?

Daemon - Go to Chapter 108

Patton - Go to Chapter 109