And this was the sort of thing that made Naomi uncomfortable. That friendly, intimate banter between two people. She always felt like she was listening to something private.

And there was a twinge of jealousy, of course. She didn't have any 'friends' here. She had L and she had a suspect, and that was all. And while L certainly bantered, there was little affection in it.

Clearing her throat, the older woman stood and bowed once more.

"Thank you for your time," she said, sincerely. "I think I'm going to the chapel now. I'm sure we'll speak again."