A silver Carola pulled up to a small midtown home. It was surrounded by several police cars, firetrucks, and ambulances. Logan Greyson starred through the windshield at the scene before him. There were several people surrounding the scene.

Cops were trying to keep the crowd at bay with caution tape and do not pass signs. Logan starred at the badge in defeat. He opened the door and proceeded to walk towards the scene of the crime. A cop started to put up a hand till another whispered in his ear and let Logan through.

He continued to walk toward the scene till he finally saw. It was a body in a bag. He knew what it meant, he had failed. He knew it. "Open it." He told one of the policemen. The police man hesitated for a second, but bent down and unzipped the bag.

The face was almost unrecognizable. But Logan knew who it was. The purple hair and cloths gave him away. "Virgil Sanders." Logan whispered to himself. The four month case had come to a close, but not in a good way.

Logan put on some gloves and bent down toward the body. There was glass in the face, multiple hand marks on the neck, arms, and wrists. The cloths were torn more than their already purposely placed tears. His body was covered in blood, and Logan found several new and old scars that adorned his body.

Logan stood up, "Do you know what happened?" he asked the same police man.

"All we know was that it was a murder. This victim was one of yours I presume?" the police man asked him.

"Indeed. He went missing about four months ago." Logan confirmed.

"Ahhh." The policeman nodded.

Logan turned and looked at his notebook. It had several scribbles in it.

Name: Virgil Sanders

Date disappeared: 6/14/18

Time disappeared: 1:37 p.m. left his History class at Edgewood High and did not return

Status: Diseased

Logan added more notes on the description of the body before him. His felt still disappointment. But he kept a stone cold face. He was at the scene of a crime, and couldn't show emotion while he was at work.

He looked at the policeman again, "I should have all that I need." The policeman nodded and Logan returned to his car. He drove to his office and walked several flights of stairs. He whipped sweat off his forehead before fishing for his keys.

The door had a glass window and golden lettering that read: Logan Greyson Detective works. Once he found his keys he slowly walked into the room. He found his file on Virgil and walked over to two piles on a separate desk.

One read: Found

And the other: Diseased

He put Virgil's folder in the diseased pile and walked toward the table. He sighed while setting his glasses down. Logan almost never let any of the people he was working on die. There were only ever a few exceptions.

And Virgil seemed to be one of them.

"How could I let this happen?" Logan asked himself while rubbing his eyes. He met several people who said they knew Virgil really well but most of them seemed to tell a story more than facts. Logan sighed again before grabbing his glasses, keys and leaving the office for the night.

(Hi there! I know let me say it with you. "Another fanfiction! You already have some where your upload schedule sucks already!" Yep. But after reading some of my biggest inspiration "Agatha Christie" (yes I read her. her stories are great!) I thought of a new idea. Anyways hope you enjoyed!)