I had to rewrite it cuz my computer messed up when I tried to post it, but here's part four. (Hopefully still ok)
Conan watched the sky, so much grayer than it had been in the morning, as the dove drew further away, thinking. Why are you interested in the case? he asked himself as the sense of being observed abated. Then he turned back to the Detective Boys, who were whispering amongst themselves. He couldn't hear everything, but Ayumi said at some point, "But what about Ai-chan?" Now Conan understood why he had felt so strongly that he was being followed. He mentally kicked himself for not realizing she was there. Had it been the Organization, Conan had no doubt he'd be dead already. "You brought Haibara, didn't you?" Although hesitant to answer, when Conan explained Ran's situation, they muttered, "Hai." He watched as Ayumi skipped around the righthand corner of the alleyway they stood in, calling, "Ai-chan, you can come out now! Ai-chan..." Moments later she returned, her eyes tearing up. "Ai-chan isn't here!" she whimpered.
Conan stood frozen,staring at the ground. Vermouth? he thought. No, Haibara would have felt her presence and come out of hiding. Unless she decided to give herself up to protect them...He gazed at the Detective Boys for a moment, then back at his shoes. No. He would never let himself believe that. "I'm sure she's with Ran," he said, as much to convince himself as his friends. "Alright," Mitsuhiko and the others shouted, wearing ridiculously determined expressions. "Shounen tantei-dan are on the case!" With that they ran off in the direction of Agasa's house, and Conan watched them go with an amused half-smile. He was glad; Agasa would keep them out of danger, and as long as Haibara was with Ran, she was safe... for now. Ran, he thought. Wait for me. I'll be there by 9...
Conan frowned and sprinted to Mouri-san's house, retrieving his skateboard, which he rode to the Haido City Shopping Mall. Hopping of the board, he jogged inside, heading straight to the bookshop where Ran was last seen. Conan went straight to the mystery section, scanning the shelves for, "The Hound of the Baskervilles," which he had asked Ran for from Shinichi's phone. His prized copy was still in Osaka after a case, and Hattori refused to return it unless Conan declared him a better detective. When he'd found the stack of novels, he studied each one, searching for a hidden clue or message from Ran. At the prickling between his shoulderblades, he glanced to eachside, but saw only a college-aged man in a gray jacket looking through the Agatha Christie novels. The man with red-brown hair and rectangular glasses shifted his stance as he examined a copy of "Death on the Nile. Conan stammered, "S-Subaru-san?" Okiya turned at the mention of his name, frowning as he saw who it was that had spoken to him. "Conan-kun? Shouldn't you be home eating dinner?" he asked. Dinner? His gaze flickered to his watch; 5:53. Damn! Only three hours left!"