L was sitting in front of the television, going over the Kira tapes. He was biting his thumbnail, intensely focused on going over the words. He was known for being careful, sometimes even painfully so. He took no chances, no risks with his identity.

He had several consultants, whose identities he wouldn't ever reveal, even to those he was working with. He was very good at keeping things hidden, even in the age where you could purchase someone's information for little more than a dollar or two.

When the door opened, he didn't turn. He knew who it was. He gave a soft hum. "You had something to tell me." L wasn't one to beat around the bush.