"Ah, Mr. Fletcher." Koen looked up from his paperwork, eyes falling on the vampire and the man's place near the door. "Please, take a seat."
He gestured towards the plush couch near where Gabe was standing, lips quirking faintly. "I apologize for the inconvenience of lighting up your room, but no one saw you leave. It seemed the easiest way to get your attention. You see, Mr. Fletcher, there has been a murder, and we wanted to speak with you."
Koen's gaze grew serious, though his voice was still genial. "Mrs. Novak, another client of ours, found a badly-mutilated body in the parking lot"--bruised, staples holding his head on, it was horrible she'd said, face still pale, though bolstered by Koen's support--"and as a matter of inspection, we needed to question everyone. You, my dear fellow, were not where everyone believed you to be. So."
Koen stood, coming around to the front of his desk.
"So. Where were you, Mr. Fletcher? I understand that you requested privacy and a lack of questions, but given the situation, I'm sure you can be sympathetic to our inspection."