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The story you are about to read was written by Rose, mind_writing

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Logan had a list of suspects made, and everyone who needed to know the tragic news now knew. Weeks had passed, and the funeral service was beautiful, but Logan's heart still felt unsettled.

Virgil

Dan

Declan

Patton

Remy

Those were Logan's suspects. But what if he was doing it wrong? What if he wasn't taken seriously because he didn't work with the police? What if—

"Mr. Sanders," the officer he was talking with interrupted his train of thought. "We appreciate your concern and desire to...pursue your own private investigation, but you have to understand that it seems suspicious. On the only night you went to see your brother's show, he's murdered."

"Yes, and I'm sure it looks suspicious, but I was sitting opposite the window. The timing would be impossible even if I wanted to, which I definitely didn't!"

The cop nodded, seeming still unconvinced. "Alright, you can continue with your whole private investigation, but don't cross paths with us. I still think you should stay out of it, but whatever it takes so you can cope..."

Logan nodded curtly, his hands folded and sweating. It would be tough finding evidence without access to certain things, but he would have to make do.

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Logan looked at his list of suspects and reluctantly decided to begin questioning.

He started with Virgil, heading to his apartment anxiously. He'd forgotten the address for a moment, though he soon remembered it was only a few minutes from the restaurant, and Roman had left it in Logan's notes, along with a few other things about groceries.

He knocked on the door to be answered by Virgil, who still looked wrecked by the events previous. "Oh. Hey, Lo...wanna come in?" He asked weakly. Logan took note of his demeanor, his clothing—a baggy purple sweater and black shorts—as he nodded and stepped into his unkempt apartment.

"I assume it's about...?" Virgil trailed off, quite unable to say his name, seeming numb yet on the brink of tears all at once.

"Yes," Logan replied, surprised by the state of his own voice. Unused and deep, cracked and foreign. "I'm here to question you about that night."

Virgil's eyes widened a fraction, his lower lip trembling. "Oh...oh. Yeah, of course. Seems a little odd, though, Logan. You know I'm innocent."

"I don't," Logan replied, for what he tried to sound matter-of-factly, though in reality it was cold. "Apologies, Virgil, though in order to not show bias, I must collect evidence from every possible suspect."

Virgil's eyebrows raised into his dark curls as he went to sit on the couch from this sudden bout of information. "Okay. Ask away, I guess." He cringed at his own statement, and Logan noted how his foot tapped and his hands rung together.

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"Where we're you on the night of the fifth?" Logan questioned.

Dan shifted in his seat and ran his fingers through his hair. "Are you sure you have a license for this?" He half joked.

Logan tested his pen on his paper, though it looked like writing.

"Okay, okay, I was at home. I'm always at home, I never do anything. I did go to the store earlier in the day, if that helps."

"It doesn't, but thank you" Logan replied with a sigh. This was going to be harder than he thought.

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"Just tell me." Logan urged, surpassing frustration and moving into anger. "Have you or anyone you know ever felt they might have motivation for the murder of Roman Sanders?"

Declan paced his shop slowly, his movements drawn out as if on purpose to annoy Logan. After what felt like an eternity he answered: "You must be fun in bed..."

Logan nearly choked on his spit, he was so caught off guard by the suggestion as his face reddened. "That—that has absolutely nothing to do with the case."

"Tsk, tsk, so demanding..." Declan mused, bringing out a pack of tarot cards practically out of no where. "No, I wouldn't murder Roman, he's just so...pretty...and sweet...it's a real shame..." he approached the crystal ball. "I was here, you know. That night. He told me he was going to take you here after the show, to get your fortune read. I can do it now, if you'd like."

"No, thank you." Logan replied coldly. "I'm sure I can have your alibi checked for that night, though you could have..." Logan whispered some things to himself, trajectory and the like, while Declan raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll have to check the security cameras."

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"Patton, I am aware that you were here, but...the time frames could match up, if that makes sense. It's important for me to consider every possible option."

"Of course..." Patton muttered, his voice distant and his once bright blue eyes seemingly empty. "I was here...I remember earlier that day Roman had taken me out to lunch. I was having a hard time with Olivia because she didn't want to work on learning to read. She said—" Patton gave a sad little laugh, as if his daughter were the one that passed away. "'Why do I have to read if you can read for me, daddy? I like it better when you read to me.' Oh, and just the other day..." Patton started crying again, though he was smiling. "Olivia is beginning to understand what I told her little by little, but—" his breath hitched as a tear slid down his cheek. "She said, 'I miss when Papa would read to me. I miss all the funny voices.' I tried to tell her that Roman would want her to learn to r-read, but she just said...she said that if he c-cared so much, he should be here—" Patton sobbed, burying his face in his hands. "H-he wants to be here...he does...he used to put on such a show when he read to her..."

Logan wiped his watering eyes, looking back down at his notes. "I'm...I'm so sorry, Patton...do you think anyone who knew Roman was upset with him at the time?"

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"I'll admit I was a little pissed," Remy said, swirling his straw in his iced coffee. "I mean, we've been doing plays together for years, and he didn't tell me before he left? He'd been missing for a few days when I called him, he said he got a job with better pay. That's all I know." Remy shrugged. "But, you know, jobs are jobs. Life goes on. So, no, I didn't kill him."

"So, when was the last time you spoke to him?" Logan asked, shifting a little uncomfortably in his rather loud cafe chair as he watched the cars race down Jackson Street.

"Hm...maybe two weeks before he was...you know...? It's odd to think about...you know, I don't really like being that emotional, I'm sure you understand, but this is just...really odd. I feel a little paranoid, like they might be after me next. Actors, you know?" Remy held up his drink with a shrug. "You might die, but you get to meet the hot guys. What a wild world we live in."

"Wild indeed," Logan said faintly, writing some notes down.
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Who is the killer?

Virgil - Go to Chapter 81

Dan - Go to Chapter 82

Declan - Go to Chapter 83

Patton - Go to Chapter 84

Remy - Go to Chapter 85