At the basic level, it sounded like Angel Investigations. Help the helpless, or hopeless. Choice of the person evaluating the situation. But beyond that, it sounded anything but. A willingness to go beyond, alternative revenue. It sounded like they were more than willing to play dirty to achieve their end objective. That was a method of madness that he could approve of.
Lindsey got up from the desk and headed over to shut the door. On his way back, he retrieved a chair and sat down on the opposite side of the desk from Nate, crossing his arms on the top of the desk. "I'm going to take a stab here and guess that you're not from here." He gave the world a little emphasis, meaning more the version of the city as opposed to the city itself.
"Kind of work you're in, I think you might know Wolfram and Hart otherwise. Since you're thinking about making things difficult for them, I'm more than happy to encourage it." He shrugged. "Basic details are free, past that is negotiable." Lindsey snorted in amusement. "Last time it was ten bucks and a Klondike bar." He frowned slightly before amending. "Five bucks and a Klondike. The other five was making sure her husband didn't do anything stupid."