Saint's private office was smaller than her space at the mental hospital, but better furnished. She prepared a cup of coffee for the patient — a simple act that put most people at ease, easing them into conversation. She usually offered tea to other patients, but considering the detective's chronic insomnia, coffee suited him better.
Naturally, the coffee she made was flawless. Every movement was measured and precise, designed to achieve the optimal result in the most efficient way.
Placing the elegant cup in front of the pale man, Saint took her seat opposite him and opened her notebook.
She would only be receiving a symbolic remuneration for this session. But that was fine, because she had never been driven by money.
