Romier was leaning forward on the table, his face buried in his hands. He looked up when he heard the door open and found Rhea standing in front of him. There was no clock or window inside the interrogation room, so he did not know the exact time but he could guess that it was pretty late.
“Rhea! What are you doing here?” He got up from his chair and the inspector immediately growled,
“Please sit down Mr Alario.”
Romier sat down to his chair again. The officer pulled a chair for Rhea and then one for himself. Rhea placed the paper bag that was in her hand on the table, tore it open and placed the burger on it.
“Hello Romier,” she said with a formal air.
“Hi,” Romier replied matching her tone. The initial gush of excitement that he expressed at seeing her was gone now.
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