Closing the door behind him, Theodore took a seat on one of the proffered chairs in front of the doctor’s desk. On closer inspection, Dr. Lalita Singh was a beautiful, young woman who just so happened to fit the M.O. of the serial killer rather perfectly. She wasn’t a supply scout, but he couldn’t rule out that she might become a potential target. Granted, he wasn’t about to raise any alarms right now. He didn’t want to deter the conversation or cause any unnecessary discomfort.
“No, your chair works just as well,” he said with a light chuckle, “Thank you for giving me some of your time. I know you must be busy.” He made a small gesture at the paperwork on her desk. “So,” he continued, pulling a notepad from his pocket, “I’ll skip the formalities and get straight to the point. I came here today to ask you if you can give me any information you might have on two of your staff members, Leo Chandless and Dr. Desmond Zeckendorf. Anything you can tell me about them would be helpful, such as their character, their interactions with other people, or any notable behavior or habits they might have.”
It was the first order of business he had with her. Not too hard or time consuming. He just needed her personal opinion of them and then any suggestions she might have on who else he could talk to about them. It was always good to have a certain amount of insight on suspects through their colleagues’ eyes since it could garner a side of them that closed ones might attempt to otherwise conceal. Not that closed ones were honestly all that factorable nowadays, given most survivors did not have a whole lot of relations left. He didn’t expect Dr. Singh to know too much about Chandless since he worked primarily in the cafeteria, but it didn’t hurt to get her perspective on him anyway. But, if he was going to be honest, he was much more interested in Dr. Desmond Zeckendorf.