The dark, hazy shapes in the shadows that is The Interview. The general premise of it, of Armand being caught out in a specific lie, Armand banished, Lestat rescued. It had all made more sense, in a way, when Lestat had barely understood what exactly had happened. The role of the biographer like some kind of pawn between Louis and Armand, maybe. Stupid luck.

Details flooding in. Settling into new, more clarified shapes.

"The first breakthrough," Lestat repeats. "How many were there?"