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The story you are about to read was written by Tana, MT_Reade

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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.

"Get your bloody hands off of me!"

Ah, the twins must've arrived.

"Remus! The detective -OW!- wants to speak to you!"

The door banged open, and Constable Roman Kingsley shoved his brother, Constable Remus Kingsley, through the door harshly. "Here he is, sir." Roman said bitterly. He left without waiting to be dismissed.

"Constable Kingsley." Logan greeted Remus with a nod. Remus put his hands on his hips sassily.

"What's this for?" Remus rolled his eyes after an eyebrow raise from Logan. "What's this for, sir?" He added.

"Have a seat, Mr. Kingsley." Logan said coldly. "I have something important to discuss with you."

Logan didn't like to admit to having favourites, however, he couldn't help but favour Roman over his brother. Remus always seemed shady, and a little reckless. A corrupt constable if he ever saw one. Remus was also quite brash, and was rumoured to take... "compensation" from convicts to let them go unscathed. Logan also saw how Roman was constantly provoked by his twin, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the man on occasion.

Remus plopped down into his chair reluctantly. "Can we be quick about this, sir? I have very important work to attend to."

"Mr. Kingsley, need I remind you that I am your superior? I'm sure your work can wait."

Remus shrugged. "If you say so, boss."

Logan was done with this chit chat. He dropped the picture that the inspector gave him, of Virgil, onto the table to that it faced Remus.

"Do you know this man?"

Remus smirked, and shrugged again nonchalantly. "I might've seen him once or twice in passby. What about him?"

"This man was just reported missing, Remus. And unless you want to be added to our list of suspects, I suggest you take this interview seriously."

Remus raised his eyebrows. "Suspects? Are you suggesting that this young lad was... dare I say it... kidnapped?"

Logan gritted his teeth. "It's a possibility."

"Tsk tsk." Remus shook his head. "What a shame. That man with him had seemed so nice, too."

Logan froze. "What did you just say?"

"Oh... Nothing." Remus folded his hands on the table in front of him.

"Constable Kingsley. If you know anything about Mr. Sanders' disappearance, I demand that you share it, or I might have to arrest you for interfering with a police investigation."

Remus looked down at the picture again. "Mr. Sanders, eh? Perhaps related to Inspector Thomas Sanders?"

Logan cursed himself internally.

"Ooh... no wonder this is so urgent, sir." Remus made an obnoxious popping sound with his lips. "And in regards to the whole sharing thing, I'd rather not. I have the right to remain silent, you know. It's more appealing to keep your mouth shut when you're being paid to do so."

Logan was fuming. Remus had taken pay, from a possible kidnapper no less? He couldn't believe this.

"However, I suppose I could be... persuaded to speak."

"For a price, I assume?"

Remus shrugged, and smiled innocently.

"Constable--!"

"It was your suggestion, not mine."

Logan sat back. Appalled. He looked around the room, searching for nothing in particular. An alternate solution, perhaps. He eventually sighed, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his small black wallet, and opened it. Remus flashed him a triumphant, satisfied sneer. Logan pulled out a five dollar bill, and slammed it on the table in front of him.

"Oh come now, detective. You can do better than that."

Logan could not believe this mans smarm. It was infuriating. Now he really did feel sorry for Roman. Logan shoved another five dollar bill toward the constable.

Remus took the bills, and tucked them into his coat pocket.

"Alright. I saw him. He was being dragged along by a man. Hm... yes. Yes, a man." Remus stroked his mustache tenderly, really trying to look like he was thinking hard.

"Out with it, Remus."

"So pushy." Remus said dramatically. "I asked him what he was doing, yes I did. Then he told me he was taking the lad down to some school."

"A school?"

"Mhm. Carlton University, I think it was. Yes indeed. Mentioned something about a Carlton University."

Logan paused. He knew that university. He went to school there before becoming a detective. He'd begun in a physician class, before dropping out and pursuing mathematics and chemistry. Why would the kidnapper choose to take Virgil there? Assuming that Remus was telling the truth?

"Then he palmed me a five and went on his way." Remus said. "Now, will that be all, sir?"

Okay, now he was just mocking him.

Logan nodded. "For now, Mr. Kingsley. For now."

Remus giggled, and stood. He whistled a cheery tune as he sauntered out of the door.
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