of the two chairs in front of his desk. Isabelle sat and he did likewise, which went a small distance towards reassuring her.
He said, "It's time for you to tell me precisely what you knew in advance, and I suggest you take care with your answer."
Isabelle drew her eyebrows together. She saw that on the assistant commissioner's desk a tabloid and a broadsheet lay facedown, and she determined the press had picked up on something that she hadn't revealed to Hillier and Deacon or something that she had not previously known and did not know now. She realised she should have had a look at the morning papers prior to coming in to work, if for no other reason than to prepare herself. But she'd not done so, nor had she turned on the morning television news for the presenters' usual report on the front pages of the papers.
She said, "I'm not sure what you mean, sir," even though she recognised that this was what he wanted her to say because it put him in a more powerful position, where he liked to be.
She waited for what would come next. She was fairly sure it would be the dramatic moment in which he flipped the papers right side up, and so it was. Thus she saw in short order that Zaynab Bourne's afternoon news conference, the legs of which had been intended to be summarily amputated by the Met's preemptive meeting with the media, had instead attained such prominence in the news cycle that the Met's conference might never have occurred. Zaynab Bourne had managed this by releasing a piece of information that Isabelle herself had not mentioned to either Hillier or Deacon during their meeting: that Yukio Matsumoto was a long-diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic. The Met's withholding of this information constituted - in the words of the solicitor - "an obvious and disgraceful attempt at subreption for which they cannot and will not be held blameless."
Isabelle didn't need to read the rest of the story to know that Mrs. Bourne had asserted the investigating officers' prior knowledge of Yukio Matsumoto's condition, revealed to them in a meeting they'd had with the violinist's own brother in advance of setting off after him. So now the police were in the position of not only chasing a man into the afternoon traffic of Shaftesbury Avenue, which certainly could have been forgiven as an unfortunate but unavoidable circumstance brought about by an individual's attempting to evade a reasonable conversation with unarmed policemen, but now of chasing a terrified psychiatric patient into said traffic, a man who doubtless was in the midst of a psychotic episode that the police had already been told to anticipate by the man's own brother. It did not help matters that the man's own brother was international virtuoso cellist Hiro Matsumoto.
Isabelle considered her approach. Her palms were damp, but the last thing she intended to do was to wipe them casually along her skirt. Should she do so, she knew that Hillier would see that her hands were shaking as well. She schooled herself to relax. What was called for here was a show of strength through a clear indication that she would not be cowed by tabloids, broadsheets, solicitors, news conferences, or Hillier himself. She looked at the assistant commissioner squarely and said, "The fact that Yukio Matsumoto is mental hardly matters, as I see it, sir."
Hillier's skin went rosy. Isabelle continued confidently before he could speak.
"His mental state didn't matter when he avoided our questions and it matters even less just now."
Hillier's skin went rosier still.
Isabelle plunged on. She made her voice certain and she kept it cool. Cool would mean that she had no fear of the assistant commissioner's disagreeing with her assessment of matters.
It would mean she believed that her assessment had been and was rock solid. She said, "The moment Matsumoto's ready for an identity parade, we have a witness who'll place him in the vicinity of the crime. This is the very same witness who created the e-fit recognised by the man's own brother. Matsumoto was, as you know, in possession of the murder weapon and wearing bloodied clothes, but what you might not yet know is that two hairs found in the hand of the victim have been identified as Oriental in origin. When DNA tests are completed on them, those hairs are going to belong to him. He was acquainted with the victim, she'd lived in the same building as he, and