The Killer

"So, Haima," Maria starts, closing the door behind her and steeling herself. "Let's have a quick talk."

Haima is already sitting down at the conference table, across from Maria. She eyes the Princess with mild interest. 

"Of course, Princess Maria. I am happy to serve. What can I do for you?"

Maria takes a deep breath. She knew this wasn't going to be easy - Haima's innocent, helpful personality was the exact opposite of what one would expect from a killer. Still, Maria had a job to do here.

She sits down at the table directly opposite Haima, piecing together slowly how she wants to word her concerns.

"Haima, as you know, there was a man found dead some days ago, down on Castleton. I trust you heard about it?"

Haima tilts her head with a certain feigned curiosity. "Why, yes. I've been following the case quite closely."

"Is that right?"