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Watching. Living. Being: Chapter 7

She had always hated police stations. As a child, she had seen her father go in, and never walk back out. As a sullen and rebellious teen, she had been dragged in time and time again for petty crimes she'd committed, and sometimes for crimes she'd had nothing to do with. As a young woman who'd had the magic of a first kiss violently taken away from her, she'd been questioned relentlessly about the comatose state of the boy she'd kissed, and she'd watched as disgust and horror replaced the concern and sympathy on the policeman's when he had finally realised what she was.

Much later, as a member of the X-Men, she had been taken in along with the rest of the team, simply for being in the right place at the wrong time.

As Angela Logan, her record was clean. But she still hated to be anywhere near a police station. It was a testament to how much she loved Ben that she had been there everyday since the murder.

Now she strode determinedly into the station. She was tired of waiting and needed to know if they were any closer to solving Ben's murder.

"Hi, Officer Parker," she smiled at the man behind the desk "I'm here to see Detective Bannon."

"Hey Miss Logan," Parker smiled at her. "I'm afraid Bannon isn't here yet. He's out on assignment."

Angela frowned. "What about Lieutenant Dorian?"

"Dorian's not back from an assignment. Been away for nearly a month now," he told her.

"Really?" she asked, puzzled. "I just saw her yesterday."

"Her?" he was surprised. "I think you might have got the wrong person Miss Logan. Lieutenant Dorian is a guy."

"That's impossible," she said shocked. "She introduced herself as Lieutenant Dorian. In fact, she was quite rude about it."

He looked at her intently. "You sure she said LAPD?" he asked, "and not something else?"

"I'm sure," Angie insisted. "She literally kicked me out of my own apartment. She…" Angie paused. Pieces of the puzzle had just fallen into place for her.

"She what?"

Angela shook her head. "Nothing. I'm not sure what she said actually." She looked down and said softly, "I'd been having a cry, and well, she caught me at a bad time. She could have said something else, I'm not sure."

"Are you sure, Ms Logan?" he asked her. "If she said anything else, if she threatened you, you can tell me. We'll keep you safe."

She smiled at him. "I'm sure, Officer Parker. It's my mistake. But thank you for offering. It was really kind." She looked around. "I'll come by tomorrow to see Detective Bannon. Thanks again."

As she casually strolled out of the station, her brain was furiously sifting through images and memories. She knew she'd seen 'Detective Dorian' before. But where? Then it suddenly hit her. The blonde at bar! The one who had looked at her as if she knew all her secrets. Could she have had something to do with Ben's murder? Could she have done it?

With these questions running through her head, Angela realised that there was one way to find out. Le Chat would have to make a reappearance. Angela squared her shoulders, and headed to her apartment.

Unaware that she had been discovered, Carol Danvers continued to run Angela Logan through her computer. So far her record seemed clean. Too clean, Carol thought. Not even a parking ticket to her name. She shook her head. She had to dig deeper. There was more to Angela Logan than meets the eye, and Carol Danvers was just the person to find out.