Dr. Mensah's eyes narrowed slightly. "Ah, such matters are best discussed behind closed doors. Please, come in."
He ushered them into his sitting room, a sparse space dominated by a large, empty table. Dr. Mensah took his place at the far end, facing his visitors.
"What kind of information are you seeking again?" he asked, his tone carefully neutral.
Lord Blackthorn stepped forward. "We want to know if you've treated a boy who might have been brought to you three days ago."
Dr. Mensah's face remained impassive. "Three days ago was quite busy. Many boys were brought to me. Can you be more specific?"
Gustavo, his patience wearing thin, interjected, "His name is Zafron."
"Zafron?" Dr. Mensah mused, tapping his chin. "I'm afraid that doesn't ring a bell."
Gustavo opened his mouth to speak again, but Lord Blackthorn silenced him with a raised finger. Reaching into his pocket, Blackthorn produced a stack of bills.
