THE late afternoon light came through the thin windows in Lewis's office. Dr. Stevens sat behind Lewis's desk, leaned back a little in the detective's chair while he looked through reports that floated above the desk. Across from him, Lewis sat in the chair meant for visitors. His elbows rested on his knees as he watched the doctor scroll through the files.
At some point during the past five days, the seating arrangement had just happened without either of them commenting on it. Dr. Stevens now sat behind the desk, and Lewis took the chair across from him.
Lewis could not remember the exact moment it started. Stevens had come in to review the case files with him, taken the seat closest to the desk, and somehow the situation had stayed that way ever since. Now the psychiatrist sat in Lewis's chair like it was normal, going through the investigation materials without a care, while Lewis sat where people usually sat when they came to see him.
