The room hadn't changed much. Jackets and hoodies still scattered the floor, the long mirror was still covered in a sheet, collecting dust. The curtains were semi-drawn, lighting up a small portion of the room with golden light. Virgil went over to his desk, collecting up sheets of paper and hurriedly shoving them into a drawer, and then he sat on the desk.

"Well, here I am," He said, bored. "Take my fingerprints or whatever."

Roman moved instinctively to do so, but Logan walked up to the mirror, lifting up the sheet and looking into his jagged reflection. Instantly, he heard the house's' owner breath in sharply.

"Logan," Roman said warningly.

The detective kept his voice even. "Interesting," He commented nonchalantly. "It seems like your mirror is broken, Virgil."

"We've ordered a new one," Virgil hissed, not hiding the venom and nervousness from his voice well. "What does it matter about a broken mirror?"

Logan shrugged, dropping the sheet. "Nothing. When did you place your new order?"

 "Just a few days ago," Replied Virgil quickly.

"So, after your brother's' death?" Logan asked. There was a heavy silence, and he turned around with a smile. Virgil was paler than usual, despite his facial expression kept neutral, and Roman looked furious. "I thought so. Now, hurry, Roman, take his prints and we can go find Remus. The sooner, the better."

Roman glared. "Sure, Croft. Give me a second."

Logan stared at him coldly, and then turned to the window, leaving the two younger men behind him to their business. He looked out into the gardens, watching Joan continue to de-weed the flower beds. He saw Talyn approach them and watched the two embrace before Talyn knelt down beside their friend and began to help. This really was a tight group. Interesting. That raised so many possibilities.

"Are you okay?" He could hear Virgil whispering to Roman.

"I'm fine," Roman mumbled back. "Logan and I just... had a falling out."

Their conversation didn't continue long after that small exchange, and Logan grew more interested in the scene below him. The groundskeeper and the stablehand were talking to each other as they worked and looked up when a figure he recognised as Janus walked into frame, holding two drinks. He passed them down and said something with a grave expression, looking concerned. That was when Joan lifted up their head, to Virgil's' window, and stared up at Logan.

The shock made Logan inhale sharply and take a small step back, a rush of irrational panic spurring a burst of adrenaline in his blood, but he forced his anxiety down, swallowing it and turning around. Both Virgil and Roman were looking at him curiously, probably wondering what he had suddenly reacted to.

"Are we done?" Logan asked calmly as if nothing had happened. "Are we ready to look for Remus now?"

"Yeah, we are," Roman replied, getting off of the floor and tucking Virgil's' prints into a small case, next to Janus's'. "Where did Janus say he'd be?"

Logan thought briefly. "I believe it was the dining room. Come on, Milton, let's go."

Roman rolled his eyes as if tired of this. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Croft."

The two left the room quietly, Virgil shutting the door behind them, and began to make their wat down the winding, snake-like stairs. Once again, the silence was heavy and filled with angry tension. Logan glanced back to Roman briefly, and then looked away when Roman glanced at him too.

"Your plan is going very well," Logan said awkwardly, shattering the quiet.

"My plan?" Echoed Roman.

"Yes. The 'Let's seduce one of the murder suspects and see where it goes,' plan. It's going very well."

Roman blinked. "Uhm, thanks?"

"You're welcome," Logan replied, with a small nod of his head.

The two were silent again, then Roman sighed. "You're trying to apologise, aren't you?"

"Is it working?"

"It's mostly making me feel really awkward about my plan, but I guess it's kinda helping?" Roman shrugged lightly. "I'm not really sure. Have you ever apologised before?"

Logan hesitated. "No," He admitted. "Everyone apologises to me and then makes up for it very quickly. I've never been in the wrong before."

"So you admit you were in the wrong?" Grinned Roman, switching quickly to his bright, annoying self.

"No!" Logan flushed. "I made a simple mistake and that is all! I wasn't in the wrong!"

Roman rolled his eyes, though it was more playful this time. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better, specs."

"Oh, quiet!" Huffed Logan. "At least I'm not attempting to have intercourse with a murder suspect."

Roman went bright red. "I am not attempting to have intercourse with Virgil!"

Logan smirked and gave his friend a look. "Right. Come on, now, Roman, let us find Remus and get his fingerprints. Then we shall move on."

"R-Right," Roman nodded. There was a short moment of silence. "But I'm not trying to have sex with Virgil."

"Of course not," Logan agreed sarcastically. "That's why you've been overly charming and sweet whenever he's within a five-metre radius of you."

~'^'~

Remus was in the dining room, like Janus had said, and was looking out of the window into the garden with an odd eagerness. He didn't seem to notice the detectives when they entered.

"What are you looking at?" Roman asked, but Remus shushed him quickly.

"It's a bird!" He whispered loudly. "It's eating a worm!"

Roman frowned. "You're watching that?"

"It's fascinating," Remus cooed, with a bright grin. "Look, look, it can't get out and it's gonna get digested! Isn't that funny?"

Paling, Roman glanced to Logan for help. He sighed and made his way over to the driver. "Remus," Logan said. "We're going to need your fingerprints."

"Huh?"

"Your fingerprints," Roman said. "We've found the murder weapon."

Remus jolted instantly, spinning away from the window with a ghastly white face, looking at them wide-eyed. "You did?" He asked, sounding a little shaken. "What was it?"

Roman was about to answer, but Logan waved his hand gently, cutting his partner off. "We probably shouldn't tell," Logan said calmly. "Could you come here so we can get your fingerprints?"

Without a sound, Remus made his way over to Roman, offering out his hands as the police officer began to take his prints. Logan pulled out Virgil's' seat at the head of the table, taking it and sitting down, observing the situation with an air of coolness.

"Remus, who would you say you are the closest to out of everyone here?" He asked randomly, making Roman give him a brief, questioning glance.

"Uh," Remus hesitated. "Janus? Or Joan."

Logan nodded quietly. "And who is Joan closest to?"

Remus shrugged. "Talyn, probably. Those two bonded instantly when they went through their gender crisis phase."

"Interesting," Logan hummed quietly. "What about Patton?"

"Oh, definitely Virgil," Remus chattered, only watching Roman take his fingerprints with an apprehensive terror. "Those two are buddies. Both went through Ali's' abuse, although Pattons' was way more mental than Virgie's'. Virgil's' stuff was all physical and emotional, but Patton was getting manipulated and stuff. Yeah, Ali was a bitch to the both of them. I'm glad he's been killed."

"Thanks for letting me know," Logan smiled and Remus stiffened, suddenly realising what he said and all he had let slip. "I'll be sure to ask Patton about that. Have we finished here, Roman?"

Roman nodded. "Just done."

Logan's' smile grew fractionally, his cold eyes staring at Remus, who looked back wildly. "Great. We'll see you around Remus, you've been a great help, we're just going to get Patton's' fingerprints now, if you don't mind." He stood up from Virgil's' chair and began to make his way out of the dining room, Roman following eagerly.

The moment the door closed, Roman turned to him brightly. "How'd you do it? How did you get him to tell you all of that?"

"It's simple, really," Logan said, a confident glaze in his eyes. "First, I made him nervous by not answering his questions about the murder weapon, then I sat in Virgil's' chair. That should've set off a tiny psychological tick that I was powerful because I was sitting where Blacksky, who is effectively his boss, always sits. And then I ask about him, then Joan, making him more chatty with nerves, and then he lets slip details that help."

Roman nodded slowly, as if taking it all in. "So why did you ask about Patton?"

Logan's' confident composure broke slightly, to one of thoughtfulness. "Because there was no plant pot by the door of the tearoom. And there was no imprint to suggest it had been moved. If Patton didn't throw up in a plant pot upon finding the body, what did he do?"