Almost the moment he saw the two detectives on his doorstep, James Banning squeaked and shut the door fearfully.

"Mr Banning, open the door," Logan said calmly, voice even and emotionless. Roman blinked at Logan in surprise. He had forgotten that Logan could behave so harshly when he wanted to know something.

James opened up the door again slowly, face pale as he seemingly grappled his breathing under control. "I'm sorry," He apologised, quietly. "You gave me quite a fright."

Logan's' smile was taunting and Roman snatched his recorder in his hand. "We're going to need to ask a few questions, if you don't mind. Shall we come in or do we need to make a scene?"

James Banning's' home was nicely furnished. Fat, squat candelabras sat almost everywhere in an almost over-bearing way, yet none were lit. He owned a quaint, birch coffee table that sat at about knee level in a white, cream themed living room. Roman locked eyes with himself briefly in the ornate, bronze mirror that faced the door.

The priest was shaking fearfully as he sat down in a pale rocking chair. "D-Do you want some tea?"

Roman watched Logan freeze for just a second as he moved to sit on the sofa. "No, thank you, Mr Banning. I'd rather just ask a few questions." The younger of the detectives switched on the recorder, placing it down on the table.

James nodded quakingly, and turned to Roman. "You, then? T-Tea? I'm going to make myself some."

"Delaying the interview won't make us go away, Mr Banning. Besides," Logan narrowed his eyes up at the man. "This behaviour makes you even more suspicous."

The priest panicked, hands shaking, which he tried to hide by grippiing his fingers into his trousers. "Y-You can't think that... I did it, do you?"

"You're increasing that suspicion. Make your tea and we'll be waiting for you."

James nodded and backed out of the room through a set of sliding glass doors which, at a gesture from Logan, he shut behind him.

Roman instantly spun around to look at the detective. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I call it the 'Fear play'." Logan explained calmly, not sparing his friend a glance. "It'll be easier to tell if he's trying to lie to us."

"Yeah, why?" Answered Roman fiercely. "We've no reason not to trust him, he's remarkabley nice, offering us tea, y'know, he's innocent-"

"Is that how you approach these sort of cases?" Logan bit back. "Is everyone innocent if they suck up to you? Is that how it's like with Virgil Blacksky, then, hmm?"

"Wh- Wha-?"

"You thought I wouldn't notice? It's easy to see, Roman!" There was a victorious shout in Logan's' voice, despite him speaking quietly. A glint in his eyes that Roman had only ever seen in old newspapers and TV channels. "He's been watching you whenever you're in the same room, in case you didn't know. You might think you're being clever with whatever trick you're pulling, but it's going to backfire, it always does! I know it does!"

Roman entered this small argument defensively but now he was a little nervous. That prideful glare had melted into a look that was weighing up his options in a past time, regretting something that had already played out.  It was as if Roman was watching his friend staring into a ghost that haunts him and him alone.

Roman cleared his throat. "What are you talking about-?"

"You can never trust your suspects!" Logan ranted breathily. "Because you don't know whp's done it. I've learnt that, y'know? I learnt it in the best way because I had to kill someone-!"

Logan shut up instantly. The bitter red in his face turned to a stark white as his face went slack. While just a moment ago he had been leaning over Roman, towering above him in an angry madness, he was slumped back, tired, exhausted, and definitely not the Logan Roman thought he knew.

The silence between hung heavily, only interrupted by James's' muted, anxious humming from the other room and the kettle's' water bubbling.

Roman reached forwards and turned off the recorder, deleting the audio with a few clicks as he said, "That's why you quit..."

"It was me or her..." Logan mumbled, looking blankly and dully at one of James's' peach coloured cushions. "She had an axe and I... I found a knife. I stabbed her, she went down, I called Archie..."

Roman nodded, gently placing his hand on Logan's' knee as he watched his friend begin to stammer out the rest of the story. "The police came... She was taken to a hospital but-but I had pierced her stomach and intestines and something else, I-I could never remember. She died of her wounds and I had killed her."

"Lo, it's not your fault!" Roman insisted. "Who else knows?"

"Archie knows. He was the first person I told. Then, o-obviously, my therapist, my lawyer and my old superiors."

Roman blinked. "Lawyer-?"

"I had to go to court." The distant stare in his face was painful. "A-And for once, I was the accused.  I hated it, I barely said a word. That's why I left."

"How didn't I hear about the courtroom thing?"

Logan shook his head in an almost unresponsive way, despite answering. "It was all kept on the low down. My superiors didn't want it to get out that I had killed someone, even if by accident. Then I retired and it never got out."

"Oh..." Roman breathed. "I won't tell anyone, Logan. I swear."

Logan smiled thinly. "I know. You're a good person like that."

For a brief moment, Roman was about to tell him that he wasn't going to fall into the same trap with Virgil but he didn't want to freak Logan out, or panic him further. So, instead, he stood up quietly and moved over to the glass sliding doors, pulling them apart and poking his head out to lock eyes with James Banning.

"Hey, um, I don't mean to be annoying," Roman began, his friendly tone seeming to calm the older man.

"I-I'm sure you won't be, Sir," James promised, pouring some milk into his teacup. "What would you like?"

"Just wondering if you could put a cup on for me, but it looks like I'm too late-"

James shook his head quickly, an assuring yet nervous smile flitting briefly across his face. "Oh, it's fine, sir. I've got some tea left. How much milk?"

"Quite a bit, please," Roman replied quickly. "Thanks!" He added with a chirp, almost as an afterthought as he let himself back into the lounge.

Logan was calming down now, his recovery time surprisingly quick. Roman made a note to make sure Logan was doing okay more reguarly as he sat down next to him.

About half a minute later, with Logan fully composed, James came in with two steaming tea mugs. He set them down and pushed one towards Roman, who thanked him and turned on the recorder again.

"I-I know, I've been acting suspicious today," James admitted, shaky once more in Logan's' presence, especially since he was unaware of what had happened just a minute prior. "But... I know something. A-About the case."

"What, exactly, do you know?" Logan asked and Roman was stunned at how even the detective sounded.

"I know something. A-About Talyn."