“Come in.”

He did not interview her in an office.

He walked her into a kitchen the size of her entire apartment and put a kettle on and asked her to sit down, and he did not ask a single one of the questions she had spent the bus ride preparing answers for.

He did not ask for references.

He did not ask where she had worked last, or why she had left, or where she was currently living.

He did not ask about the blood on her clothes, which he had absolutely seen.