Fast, grey eyes flickered across the room as others came, never quite settling on their faces but intensely tracing their outlines. His head barely moved, but his fingers quivered, his right hand gently drumming the leg of his jeans, while his left tensed and relaxed against the mug in his hand. He'd accepted the coffee gratefully and had immediately dumped in the pack of sugar. Coffee was coffee and coffee was good, but it tasted bitter in his mouth, though only partly because the coffee wasn't sweet enough.

"Logan! Suspect 3 has been kidnapped!"

Suspect 3? He could feel his blood curdle in his veins.

"Damnit!" Their liaison, or whatever you called the guy accusing you of kidnapping, sat himself down, "I'm afraid we're going to have to start this meeting with one less suspect, then. My name's Detective Logan Colby, and I'm going to be the one hosting these meetings as we investigative the Kingston kidnappings over the next three weeks. And I'm sure you've all met Eugene, here."

And then Colby gestured to him, "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

The first thought that flashed across his brain was a simple one that came in the form of a word; 'No'. Subsequent thoughts continued along the same track, supplementing 'I wouldn't' and subsequently 'but thank you for asking'. It wasn't a real question, though. He cleared his throat, which almost masked the slight squeak as his voice settled.

"I'm, uh, Vincent," he gave a gentle, ironic wave. His voice was neutral as he scrabbled for anything to say, "And I don't know why I'm here."