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Logan found himself in a field of overgrown grass, his bicycle discarded beside him. He couldn't recall how it was that he got here, but he was here nonetheless. He trudged through the unkept grass to the road, and looked around him. The road was made of cracked cobblestone, with mosses and flowers growing up through the splits in the stone. The plant life along the edges of the path looked as though they were threatening to spill over. The light winds caused ripples in the long reeds to make them look as though they were flowing water. The noises of the city were distant, and Logan could recognize the peace. The smell of water was strong, indicating that he stood not far from a body of water. Perhaps a river. Logan noticed a sign sticking out of the grass on such a steep angle, that Logan was surprised that it was still standing up at all. The sign read:

Marian Bridge: 1/4 mile

Logan began to walk down the path, leaving his bicycle protected by the grass. He didn't have to walk far before he could see the little cobblestone bridge. The bridge's surface was slick with water from the river underneath. The slope of the bridge was shallow, and the sun reflected from the water on it, making it look like the bridge itself was glinting and sparkling. The pollen from surrounding flowers were disturbed by the wind, send puffs filling the air like little yellow, fluffy, daytime fireflies. The sound of the river flowing gently beneath it, splashing occasionally against the shallow rock bed filled the air with a tranquil type of music. Logan could see why people would like it here.

He walked up to the top of the crest of the bridge, and leaned his arms on the low wall on the side of it. He let his mind wander to the case at hand. Obviously, Marian Bridge must be important to the case. But how?

Logan leaned over the edge of the bridge, and gazed down into the crystal clear water. It was unusual to find water unmuddied this close to the city. The water beds were often upturned by boats or fishers, so it was quite special to be able to see each and every pebble and small fish underneath the brook's surface.

Suddenly, Logan leaned away. There was a foul stench rising from the river, and it was disgusting. It smelled as though "something crawled down there, rotted, and died." as Roman would say. The detective was confused. The smell was one of something spoiled, and it was alarming to have a smell like that coming from water as pure as the one under this bridge.

Logan Christie, as a good and practiced detective, couldn't help but want to investigate.

So, Logan made his way back down the bridge, and around the side. He fought his way through the long reeds and waterside plants that were up to his thighs. He knew that his jacket hem and the base of his pant legs would be stained. They would be a pain to get cleaned, too. But, his curiosity always managed to get the best of him.

The sound of the church clock struck behind him. Four o'clock.

He carefully made his way down the decline, to reach the edge of the river. The water sploshed up against the toes of his shoes a little as it made its way past him. The smell had gotten stronger, and Logan had to resist the urge to gag. He peered under the bridge. Then, he staggered back in shock.

No. No, it couldn't be.

But, it was unmistakable.

Before him, lay the half submerged body of Virgil Sanders. Slits across his neck and wrists still slowly oozing crimson blood.
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