Tw: This chapter just has mentions of murder and hints at death all throughout it. Nothing bad though

Patton carefully picked up the feather almost as if he was scared of it. "Where did this come from?" Patton voiced his thoughts.

"I don't know," Virgil took in a deep breath as he had an idea, "It- it looks like the feathers on our wings when we were in heaven."

Patton nodded, it definitely did. "If it is from that then why is it on our couch?"

Virgil thought about something then made direct eye contact with Patton. "Can you stand up?" Virgil requested.

"Sure." As soon as Patton stood up he winced in pain.

"Back?" Virgil questioned and Patton nodded. "Let me see something." Virgil turned Patton around and felt his back. Virgil felt something through the shirt and Patton felt the object against his skin. Virgil reached under Patton's shirt and grabbed the object. His hand came out with a white feather. It was of a different shape than the other feather and it was larger. Patton turned around again and saw the feather. 

"Are we turning back into angels?" Patton questioned.

Virgil fought the urge to tell Patton that he was already an angel as this was a serious moment that they shouldn't be flirting right now. "Maybe? I don't know," Virgil bit his lip and he began to worry, "What if that wasn't your murderer and they were just the messenger? What if we killed the wrong person?"

Patton began to worry too, "I- I hope that's not what happened. It's possible but wouldn't we get sent back to heaven if that's the case?"

"What if we're going to Hell for murder! What if whoever this she is was actually the murderer!"

Patton shrunk back, "But Thomas was nice. He wouldn't let us suffer, would he?"

Virgil tried to calm down his breathing as he saw how his anxiety was affecting his boyfriend. Virgil let out a shaky breath, and spoke calmly this time, "I don't think so. He just said we'd come back. Nothing about still being an angel." Virgil picked up the letter again and reread the message. He groaned, "None of this makes sense! It's like it was made for the smartest person in the world and no offense but I don't think that's us." He glared at the note and then his own words sunk in. "Logan. He's smart! He could probably figure out the code and then help us rationalize the feathers part!"

"You're right!" Patton went to grab his phone but then remembered the police took it away. "We need to use your phone to make sure he's home." Virgil nodded and went upstairs where his phone sat beside the bed. He pulled up Logan's contact.

Virgil: 
Hey are you home? I need to come over and ask you about something

Smart Boi: 

I am available. What's the problem about?

Virgil: 
It's complicated

Smart Boi: 

Alright, I'll see you when you get here.

Virgil and Patton headed over to Logan's house. They knocked on the door and Roman answered it, looking much better than the last time they had seen each other. Roman let them in and told them that Logan was in the kitchen. They all headed there and sat around Logan's and Roman's dinner table. Logan was already sitting there, looking formal as usual as he drank his coffee. "So what did you need to ask me about?" Logan asked.

Patton laid the letters out on the table, "You're the smartest person we know and we need your help figuring out this puzzle."

"But first we should explain everything in detail," Virgil said.

"I'm flattered that the first person you thought to be your murderer was me because of my intelligence," Logan said after the two finished explaining the situation.

Roman chuckled, "Great first response to being accused of murder Babe."

"You were a suspect too."

"They just thought I was doing your dirty work! Which I mean I would do if you asked me to because I love you."

"Roman!" Patton yelled out.

Roman held his hands up in defense, "What? I'd do anything for my beautiful LoBerry!"

"No committing murder for love!" Patton scolded. Roman groaned out a fine and crossed his arms. Logan picked up the letters. 

He hummed as he read through them. Logan grabbed a notepad and a pen. He wrote down the message from the last letter. He hummed and unlocked his phone. He typed something, presumably the most recent code. He looked shocked for a second then cleared his throat and swiped something away before putting down his phone. 

He hummed as he looked at it. He then wrote something underneath the letters. 3 3 3 7 4 8. The numbers corresponding to the letters in the English alphabet. Logan looked back to the letter. He moved his pen again and put three dots down based on where the periods were in the letter. 33. 37. 48. Now Logan didn't know what to do next. He sat back and thought about possibilities. He muttered something about the person liking capitals. Logan began to look at the other letters and counted every single capital letter. Nothing special showed through. He then only used the all capital words from the first letter and all capitals from the other letters. He counted up to 33 and the letter he landed on was A. He continued onto 37 and landed on an N. When he got to 48 it was another A. "There's someone mentioned to go by she/her pronouns in this and the message comes out as Ana. I assume that is her name," Logan concluded.

Ana. Virgil didn't want to deal with her again.