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Logan sat on one end of the small, rough wooden table. He stared at the empty chair on the other end of it, hands folded in front of him. The dark lighting of the room was meant to be intimidating, and it cast a gentle golden glow across the whole room. The dark walls and floor looked even darker, and the lighting made even the detective a little uneasy. Even though he was the one doing the questioning. His foot tapped the floor lightly, but even the small sound echoed and amplified throughout the empty room. The lamp above swung a little, adding to the unnerving atmosphere. Logan had solidified many confessions in this room, adding to his ever-growing collection of solved crimes.

"What is the meaning of this, Kingsley?"

Logan recognized his inspector's voice coming from outside the room.

"Sir, please. The detective just wishes to speak with you." Roman's voice replied.

The door to the interview room opened, and Logan turned to watch the constable and Thomas Sanders step inside.

"Christie, what is all this for?" Thomas asked, his expression seemingly unable to decide between frustration or worry.

Logan gestured to the seat across from him. "Sorry for the interruption, sir. I just wanted to talk a little more about the situation of your brother."

Thomas drew in a sharp breath. "I see." He moved to sit down.

"Thank you, Roman. That will be all." Logan dismissed the policeman with a nod. Roman nodded back, before stepping out of the room.

"Have you found him?" Thomas asked, not daring to hope.

Logan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, I'm sorry. I've called you here in hopes that you could help me get closer to finding Virgil."

"Oh." Thomas sat back in his chair. "What can I do for you?"

"Where were you last night?"

Thomas froze, then his eyes filled with rage. He slammed his hands on the table and leaned forward, causing Logan to jump. "Christie. You're not suggesting that I had something to do with my little brother's disappearance, are you?"

Logan stayed silent.

Thomas scoffed. "Unbelievable." Thomas' eyes filled with tears as he sat back. He folded his arms across his chest. "I might be all he has, detective. But that means that he is also all that I have. I love Virgil with all my heart. I want him found more than anyone. I brought the case to you, for goodness sake! If I was responsible, why on earth would I report his absence?"

Logan looked down for a moment. "Honestly sir, I don't see you as a likely suspect either. I do have to exhaust all possibilities, though."

Thomas sighed. "I understand. I'm sorry, you're just doing your job."

"Thank you, sir."

"I was at work late last night. I got home close to midnight and fell asleep almost immediately."

Logan nodded. "Can anyone vouch for this?"

"I suppose." Thomas shrugged. "There were constables here up until I left."

Logan nodded again. Thomas nodded along with him. "Is there anything else, detective?"

Logan thought for a moment. "You're sure you don't know what happened to your brother? He didn't perhaps... leave a note or anything?"

Thomas shook his head. "Nothing."

"Hm... Inspector, I think it would be useful to take a look at your residence. There may be clues in your home as to what happened to Virgil."
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