"Too many." The answer flies from his lips before he can think to shut himself up.

He stands there stock-still in the hallway, save for his hands flexing and balling into fists over and over again at his sides. His mind is racing through the multitude of possibilities. What to do? He could try to say it was a lie. But, no. He's not capable of lying right now. That leaves only one option, besides saying nothing which is already as good as an admission.

"You called yourself a detective. I hope I can rely on you to have some discretion?"