Kane smiled ruefully, lighting another cigarette before offering the pack to Peter.
"You smoke?" He asked. He remembered, fleetingly, something he'd read once--if I’m charging you with murder but offer to get you a cup of coffee, you feel strangely compelled to give me something in return. If the only thing I want in return is a confession, I might just get it.
Wise words.
"Vlad doesn't talk much," he said casually, "not about business. You know?"