Hannibal noted everything. The folded hands, displaying calm but perhaps hiding something. The neutral clothing, clean, put-together but forgettable were it not for the rest of him which was very memorable indeed.
He'd heard the interrogation from behind the one-way glass and regarded Delaunay closely throughout. He could not pinpoint any lies, but he most certainly was acting. The question was, how much was an act and how much was real.
When it was his turn, he went inside, opened the button of his suit before he sat down and carefully set down his notebook and pencil on the table.
"Mr. Delaunay," he said, gently. "Has anyone explained what I'm here for?"
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Hannibal noted everything. The folded hands, displaying calm but perhaps hiding something. The neutral clothing, clean, put-together but forgettable were it not for the rest of him which was very memorable indeed.
He'd heard the interrogation from behind the one-way glass and regarded Delaunay closely throughout. He could not pinpoint any lies, but he most certainly was acting. The question was, how much was an act and how much was real.
When it was his turn, he went inside, opened the button of his suit before he sat down and carefully set down his notebook and pencil on the table.
"Mr. Delaunay," he said, gently. "Has anyone explained what I'm here for?"