Natty looked from one eye to the other in search of recognition, but there was nothing there. Just Rhys's usual professional thoughtfulness. Natty leaned back in his chair and sighed slightly, then gave a nod of understanding. He was anxious that there was no possibility of solving this crime here and now... the longer it took, the more danger he'd be in. But he had to have trust, and patience — and, if needed, acceptance and adaptability. Sometimes unwanted things happened, and could not be undone; merely dealt with as best one could.

"Thank you, Rhys."

(Wrap!)