Room 112: Tuesday night [Locked to Logan]

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Alanna sat in her room, staring blankly at the notes sprewn about her bed. The door was half open, inviting anyone who had something to tell her. Faithful was sprawled at the foot of the bed, keeping watch.

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Logan rapped lightly on the doorframe. "Alanna?" he asked. "You wanted to talk to me?"

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Alanna sighed and waved him in with her pencil. "Come in, grab a chair. Tell me about last Thursday. Don't step on the cat."

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"Hey, cat," Logan said, petting Faithful as he walked by. The cat purred in appreciation. "Thursday. You wanna know about the whole day, or can you narrow that down a bit?"

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Alanna sighed. "After dark, the running into Rory part. Basically, anything that had to do with Kitty. Everyone you saw, anything you may have heard. And his name's Faithful." Alanna indicates the cat. She pauses for a second. "No detail's too little."

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Logan shook his head. "There's not much to tell. I went looking for Rory, because I'd gotten a message from Angela earlier. She was out walking her dog, and when I found her, she was talking to a couple of girls I didn't know. I guess they were George and Kitty. The girls walked off in different directions. Rory and I agreed to meet up later, so I left her there." He chewed at his lower lip. "Which was pretty fucking stupid. I should've stayed with her."

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Alanna nodded, she's heard all this before. "You don't know what could have happened, you might have been hurt as well. Did you hear anything suspicious or see anyone else?"