"Possibly. What we need, though, is to make him tell us why he's here. You'd think if he were a smuggler that he would just fess up, but the man hasn't. That's what intrigues me. What secrets does he have?"
That was the justification for what they were doing. The Sirian had secrets, the Police needed answers.
Lefevre sipped on his coffee again, and considered getting a croissant to satiate his rumbling stomach. It had been a couple days since he'd actually sat down and eaten a cooked meal. Cooking, that's something that he could use right now. The Major was far from a gourmet chef, but cooking soothed and relaxed him. Maybe there would be a chance to leave duty early tonight and attempt to make something fresh.
Lefevre glanced around the Cafe. As usual, the patrons were absorbed in their own business, the low murmur of speech mixing with the subtle background noises of the station.
