SSJBowser

The Detective Prince Chapter 45 Figuring The Clues He wrote down his answer to the final question on the last page of the packet, the sound of the school bell ringing as he walked over to turn it in. "Perfect timing." Conan said dropping it into the basket. "For those of you who didn't finish, it's homework." Sumiko stated as everyone began packing up. Conan was the first of his friends to leave the room, waiting for them once reaching the school yard. The four of them came out at about the same time, joining Conan who had just pulled his ball from out of his bag. "I can't believe you finished that packet so quickly," Ayumi said. "I think you're the only one who completed the whole thing." "I got to the last page," Mitsuhiko said. "But not even I finished." "My studying must have paid off." "Studying is so overrated." Genta muttered to himself. "Make sure you two ask about Wednesday." Mitsuhiko reminded. "What do we plan on going to see?" Ayumi asked. "How about The Goats Medallion," Mitsuhiko suggested. "I heard it's supposed to be packed with lots of drama and action." "Sounds more like a serious comedy." Conan thought. "How long has it been playing for?" Genta asked. "It's only been out in the theater for three days." Mitsuhiko replied. "I think that's what we should go see," Ayumi said. "The title alone already has me interested." "You can count me in as well," Genta said. "What about you Conan, how's The Goats Medallion sound to you?" He thought about it for a second, looking over at Haibara who nodded her head. "The Goats Medallion it is." Conan finally answered. It was cold silent in the room, the obvious tension keeping everyone in their current positions. The two of them stared into the others eyes, waiting for the other to make the next move. "So, Dick Grayson huh," Kogoro said taking a step around him. "Haven't heard that name before, you must not be from around here." "Far from it." Dick confirmed. "I saw you standing over in that corner earlier," Kogoro pointed. "Almost as if you were waiting for something, wanna tell me what you're doing here?" "I'm actually waiting for someone." "Is that so?" Kogoro said narrowing his eyes. "He'll be able to confirm that for you when he gets here." Kogoro then looked over at Eri who closely watched the two of them, taking a couple steps toward her. "Eri could you call the police while I begin the examining?" Kogoro asked. "Already taken care of," Dick informed. "Before I came over I had that gentleman sitting at the back table give them a ring." "He's really on top of it." Eri thought to herself. "Who are you exactly?" Kogoro asked walking back over to him. "We could waste our time going over that, or we could simply set that aside until after we figure out who killed Mr. Renin." Dick stated. "First off, there is no we," Kogoro said. "And second,I will be running this investigation alone until the police arrive." "You'd be foolish to pass up on my assistance," Dick said. "When I was standing against the wall earlier I had my eyes on everyone who went in and out the kitchen doors." "You can write down what you saw on paper," Kogoro said. "The fact of the matter is you're just not eligible to help me run this investigation." "That I have to disagree with you on," Dick said. "As a former officer of the Bludhaven police force I'd say I'm more than eligible." "Is that so?" "You can look into it if you don't believe me," Dick said. "You can even call Amy Rohrbach, who happened to be one of my former superiors." "You know, I think I'll do just that." Kogoro said reaching down and pulling his phone from within his pocket. "Don't move from that spot, this won't take long." She tightened the belt around her waist before walking out of the locker room, arriving into the gym to find the others had already laid out the mats. They all took a seat in the middle once both mats were lined up together, waiting for their instructor to join them. Ran kept her attention to the gym doors, glimpsing over at the bleachers to see someone looking on from three rows up. She immediately recognized who it was. "Ran where are you going?" One of her classmates asked as she pushed up from the ground. "I'll only be a second." Ran replied before heading over to the bleachers. He smiled as she approached, sitting up in the seconds that followed. "Tim what are you doing here?" Ran asked coming to a stop. "Isn't it obvious," Tim stated. "I came to watch you practice." "What a pleasant surprise," Ran said. "You picked the right time to come, we're sparring for most of the day." "Couldn't have picked a better time." Ran turned her head at the sound of the doors swinging open, looking over to see her instructor had arrived. "Gotta go, I'll talk to you as soon we're done." Ran said making her way over to the others." "I'll be waiting." The sound of the sirens could be heard as they slowly approached from up around the block. Most everyone had taken a seat at this point, waiting for the arrival of the police. They didn't have to wait much longer, everyone directing their attention to the doors as they flew open. Inspector Megure stepped in along with three other police officers who walked closely behind. "I came as soon as I got your message," Juzo said coming to a stop once reaching him. "Can't say I'm surprised to see you at yet another murder scene." "It's funny how things turn out." Kogoro said. "So where's the body?" "Right over there," Kogoro pointed. "Renin's body was discovered after Chef Yuki removed the blanket from where his supplies were supposed to be held." "I see." "What about Mr. Grayson here," Kogoro asked. "Does what he said check out?" "I had the luxury of looking into it myself," Ninzaburo informed as he joined their small group. "He was in fact a former police officer just like he said." "Can't believe he was actually telling the truth." Kogoro thought to himself. "So what's it going to be," Dick asked. "Will you be kind enough to allow me the privilege of helping solve this case, I'm sure you'll find me most helpful." Both Juzo and Ninzaburo took a few moments to give his request some thought, Dick waiting patiently as they did. "Let's start with what you know," Juzo replied. "Then we'll see from there." "Fair enough," Dick said looking over at the body once more. "Right this way." They followed from close behind, coming to a stop once reaching the body. Juzo turned back to the other officers, instructing them to keep everyone calm as they began the investigation. "As you can see," Dick pointed. "The upper abdomen has been severed in two separate places." "Do you believe this was the cause of death?" Juzo asked. "Not by a long shot," Dick replied. "He's also got a wound to the back of the neck as well, a fatal one might I add." "I got it!" Kogoro said stepping forward. "Got what," Ninzaburo questioned. "Do you know who killed him already?" "I'm still in the process of figuring that one out," Kogoro stated. "But I do know how it all went down." "Please do elaborate." Juzo said. "After giving each wound an in depth look I have now determined how the culprit approached," Kogoro said. "Chef Renin was engaged from the front, taking two blows to his lower body." "So how do you explain the cut that was found on the back of his neck?" Ninzaburo asked. "That's simple," Kogoro said. "After being stabbed the first two times he naturally turned away in pain, that's when the culprit struck him for a third time." "Makes sense to me," Ninzaburo said. "What do you think Megure?" "Sounds like a possible scenario, now all we need to do is round up our suspects." The three of them then looked down to see Dick giving the body yet another look. They waited for him to finish which didn't take long. "No, that's not how it happened," Dick said. "His wounds are pointing to in another direction, something more disturbing." "More disturbing, what do you mean?" Juzo asked. "Take a harder look at the cut on the back of his neck." Dick said slowly lifting the head upward. They did as told, taking a few moments to give the cut yet another look. It didn't take long for them to realize what he was pointing out. "Now I see," Ninzaburo said. "The wound is slanted and not straight like I had originally thought." "And based from the angle of the cut we can now assume the culprit struck him on the back of his neck while facing him." Juzo said. "Exactly." Dick said. "That's where the killer must have cut him an additional two times," Kogoro added. "Insuring they finished the job." "You pinned it right on the spot detective." Dick commented. "Now we have a few holes to fill in," Kogoro said. "How in the heck did the culprit manage to strike him in the back of the neck while facing him?" "He has a point, how do you explain that Mr. Grayson?" Ninzaburo asked. "Simple, Chef Renin knew the culprit," Dick replied. "And I'd say they were close, friends even." "What makes you think that?" Juzo asked. "I believe the killer lured him in with one of three things," Dick began. "A hug, maybe a kiss to the cheek, or to even whisper something into his ear." The more they thought about it the more it made sense. "Now that we know all of that it shouldn't be to hard to narrow down our suspects." Juzo said looking back to the group of people. "Which means it's time to start the questioning process." The restaurant doors swung open within that next second. The four of them looked over to see a tall man dressed in a black coat and red hat walk in along with a young woman at his side. "Excuse me, but we're going to have to ask the two of you to leave," Juzo said. "There's been a murder, which means we need this area secure from any outsiders." "A murder," The man questioned. "Who was killed?" "That information will be released to the public when the appropriate time arises." Ninzaburo stated. "I'm the manager of this restaurant, I think I'm entitled to knowing who died here today." "Is that so, and you are?" Juzo asked. "Fredreck Belmonta," He replied holding out his hand. "Most usually refer to me as Fred." Dick took notice of a glove upon his hand, narrowing his eyes at this. "What's up with the gloves and coat," Dick thought. "A little odd considering how hot it is today." "In that case you're free to know," Juzo said. "The man killed today is none other than one of the chefs who works here, Mr. Renin as I'm told." "Chef Renin, how?!" "He was stabbed three times," Ninzaburo replied. "We believe what ultimately killed him was a blow to the back of the neck." "Can't believe it, he was alive when I saw him earlier this morning," Fredreck said. "Do you know what was used to kill him?" "At this time we don't have a murder weapon," Juzo replied. "But from the way things look we can pretty much confirm some type of knife was used." "Can I see the body?" Fredreck asked. "I think we better hold off on that for the time being," Juzo said while directing his attention at the woman next to him. "Who's this with you?" "I'm Kaimeil," She answered with the nod of her head. "The assistant manager of Sea Top." "I take it the two of you drove in together." "Fred actually arrived before I did," Kaimeil stated. "I saw him coming out of his jeep as I was pulling in." "Is this true Mr. Belmonta?" Juzo asked. "That is correct." "How long have you been the manager for?" Ninzaburo asked out of curiosity. "Coming around to a half year now," Fredreck replied. "It's funny that you ask, being the fact tomorrow is my last day here." "Is that so," Dick commented. "And why's that?" "I plan on moving back to Sapporo, a position I've been waiting for in construction has finally opened up," Fredreck informed. "Once I'm gone Kaimeil will take over as head manager." "Could you excuse the three of us." Juzo asked. "Of course." Fredreck said. Inspector Megure pulled the three of them to the side, taking a deep breath as he did to help clear his mind. "What's wrong Megure?" Kogoro asked. "I think it's time we went in and observed the kitchen," Juzo replied. "There's a high possibility that's where the killing took place." "So does this mean I'm free to help?" Dick asked. "Just make sure you report anything you find to me," Juzo confirmed. "Is that understood?" "Loud and clear." With Juzo leading the way the four of them pushed their way into the kitchen. It wasn't as big as they expected it to be, taking the time to look around. Hanging over on the right side of the wall is where many of the kitchen tools could be found, a large sink resting below them. They then looked to the other side of the room to see a few tables set out. Kogoro was the first to begin a search of the room, looking for anything that may point to a struggle such as broken glass. He found nothing, turning back to the others once finished. "I didn't come across anything suspicious," Kogoro said. "Any idea where we should be looking?" "Anywhere but here." Dick replied. "What do you mean," Juzo questioned. "Are you saying this isn't where the murder occurred?" "I think you better have a look Inspector," Dick said pointing to the ceiling. "There's four cameras monitoring this room, and I'm pretty sure the culprit would have known about this." "Which means the confrontation probably didn't happen in here after all," Ninzaburo said. "Unless the killer wanted to be caught on tape for some unknown reason." "I doubt it," Juzo said. "But it's still worth a look, we'll have Mr. Belmonta give us a view of the surveillance tapes." "Well if Chef Renin wasn't killed in here, then where?" Kogoro questioned. Dick continued to scour the room, slowly looking from one side of the room to the other. It didn't take long for him to catch sight of a lone door in the back corner of the room. The three of them watched as he made his way in that direction. "Where are you going?" Ninzaburo asked. "I want to see what's behind this door," Dick replied. "Your welcomed to follow if you'd like." Once reaching the door he turned the knob, forcing it open to have a flash of sun light come over him. "Looks like our mystery door leads to an alley out back," Dick informed before stepping out. It was narrow just like any other ally, an apartment complex located directly across. He looked to the near distance, locating a red hankerchief laying near a dumpster a few feet away. "What do we have here?" Dick leaned down once reaching it, bringing it into his grasp. He flipped it from one side to the other, examining it for anything unusual. "It's still warm, not to mention a little wet," Dick thought while continuing to search the ground. "I don't see anything else out of the ordinary." He looked for a couple seconds longer, heading back for the door after nothing else caught his attention. "We have strands of potential evidence, now's the time to start piecing it all together." After getting dressed she made her way over to the sink to rinse off her face, something she usually always did after practice. Once finished she made her way out of the locker room to find him standing at the wall across from the door. "Loved the moves you showcased today," Tim complimented. "I'm glad I decided to come, you didn't disappoint." "Thanks, I really appreciate that." Ran said. "Come, let me walk you home." "Fine by me," Ran accepted as the two of them headed for the doors. They walked out just in time to see a fleet of birds fly over the top of the school, taking that moment to watch them as they continued walking. "Where was Sonoko today?" Tim asked keeping conversation. "She had somewhere to be," Ran replied. "Family related, but she'll be back tomorrow." They walked for awhile longer, neither saying a word in that time. He tucked his hands into the sides of his pocket, looking over at her with a smile. "Ran, can I ask you something?" "Sure, you can ask me anything." Ran replied. "Do you remember when we went to that pizza joint before going to that theme park?" Tim asked. It took her a few seconds to recall, nodding her head once remembering. "What about it?" "When we ordered you said you weren't hungry, and that you only wanted something to drink," Tim stated. "Do you remember what it was you had to drink?" "Hmm... if memory serves I believe I had a grape soda," Ran answered. "Why did you ask?" "I um, just wanted to know what you liked to drink." Ran laughed at this. "I've never had someone ask me something like that out of the blank like that," Ran said continuing to giggle. "You're a weird one you know that?" "All the great ones are." Tim said with a grin forming. The three of them stood a few feet away as he examined the hankerchief himself, looking back up at him once finished. "So you found this by a dumpster just outside that door, correct?" "That's right Inspector." Dick confirmed. "Do you think it has something to do with the murder?" Ninzaburo questioned. "We can't be to sure without running some tests," Juzo said. "But it's a possibility." "Tests will give us DNA proof, but we can still show it to the Sea Top staff," Dick stated. "One of them may be able to confirm if that hankerchief belonged to Chef Renin or not." "That's a good point," Kogoro said. "And while we're at it, I think it's time I revealed what brought me here in the first place." "Is this related to the case?" Juzo asked becoming a little skeptical. "Can't say for sure, but it's a possibility." "Go ahead Mouri," Juzo said. "We're listening." The three of them listened on as he gave them insight on his meeting with Anguó Sulak, telling them about his suspicions toward his wife in regards to Chef Renin. And now he was dead, raising red flags in more places than expected. "Mr. Sulak defiantly has motive," Ninzaburo said. "But then we really don't know how his relationships were with the rest of his co-workers." "Not to mention the back door," Dick added. "Who knows how many people could have been in and out of here." "That's where the camera footage will prove useful." Kogoro said. "I think it's time we began the questioning process." Juzo said turning back for the doors. "I'll catch up with the three of you shortly," Dick said. "I have a phone call to make." "Try and make it quick, times of the essence." Juzo said. Dick nodded, turning to his side as he reached into his pocket for his phone. "We have three suspects thus far; Chef Yuki, Anguó Sulak, and Bik Sulak," Dick thought to himself. "But there's something.... I feel like something is missing." He dialed his number, bringing the phone to the side of his ear in wait. "Hello?" "Hey Conan, it's Dick." "What's up?" "Where are you?" "I just arrived at Agasa's, you sound like you're under pressure," Conan said. "Is something wrong?" "You could say that," Dick replied. "I need you to look into something for me, a few names if you could." "Hang tight," Conan said. "I'll have the computer loaded up in no time." "Great, I knew I could count on you." To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 44 Sea Top Incident He sat to the passenger seat with the window rolled down, allowing for the air to glide through his hair. It wasn't long after that they reached their destination, skimming around the parking lot to find an empty space. "There's one," Dick said pointing to a spot which sat to a shaded area. "Can't get any better than that." The two stepped out once parked, making sure to lock the doors before closing them. "I brought you to TWB bank just like you asked," Hiroshi said. "So what is it you're hoping to find out?" "Mr. Salvonte has three banks he has done business with in the past month," Dick began. "What I want to know is why he chose this one in particular for his transaction with Luthor." "How do you plan on finding that out?" "By setting up an account of course, this way we'll have insight on how business is done here," Dick replied. "And if we know why he chose TWB, that might just put us one step closer to finding out what's really going on." "Great thinking Grayson," Hiroshi complimented. "Would you like me to accompany you inside?" "No need to," Dick replied. "But if you would like to escape the heat then be my guest." He took him up on his offer. The two of them walked in through the front entrance, hoping they'd be able to shed some light on this already complex situation. They had walked for nearly twenty minutes, neither speaking a word the whole time. Conan became more and more curious as to where they were going with each passing minute. "I wonder if we're almost to this mystery place he has us walking to." Conan then looked up to Tim who finally came to a stop. "We're here." Conan turned his head to the left to find a large building towering high above. "What are we doing here?" Conan asked as Tim walked forward. "Right this way," Tim instructed. "We're almost there." Conan followed him to the right side of the building where they came across a steel door. It was stiff, but that didn't stop Conan from easily pulling it to the side. Tim walked in first to find a stairwell. "Perfect, this should take us all the way to the top." "Why are we going up there," Conan asked. "I don't see the meaning in this." "Trust me," Tim said. "This is something you'll want to see." "I'll take your word for it, but remember we only have an hour before we have to be back." Conan reminded. "I haven't forgotten," Tim said. "Besides I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we're just a few minutes late." "And you'll be the one explaining if that turns out to be the case." "Then let's hurry, it shouldn't take us very long to reach the top." With that the two began their path up the stairs. It was nearly pitch dark, the exit lights on each floor being the only source of light to guide their way. They came across several spider webs on their way up, causing him to become slightly suspicious. "Are you sure you've been up this way," Conan questioned. "If you ask me I'd say no one has walked up through here in quite some time." "That might be the case considering I've never actually taken the stairs." Tim said. "Ok, that makes sense." They made their way up past five additional floors from where they stood, finally reaching the end to come across a large door. Tim shoved it open to have a gust of wind blow right past them. "And here we are." The door flew shut once the two stepped out onto the roof. Conan made his way to the edge of the building, looking down to catch a wonderful view of the city. He could see miles and miles out from each side. "Wow, how long have you known about this place?" Conan asked. "For awhile now," Tim replied. "It helps me think when I'm here." "Have you shown Dick yet?" "No, your the first." "What is this place anyway?" Conan asked while turning back to him. "Not sure to tell you the truth," Tim replied. "I just call it the bell tower." "Why's that?" "Because of that large bell." Tim said pointing to the left. "Now I see." Conan said giving it a look. Tim made his way over to the edge of the building where he took a seat, letting his legs hang over the side. Conan joined him soon after, having a seat right next to him. "You should see the city from here at night," Tim said. "Best view you can get." "There's something I've been meaning to ask you," Conan said. "Besides English and Japanese, what other languages can you speak?" "Spanish, German, French, Russian, and a little bit of Cantonese," Tim answered. "Why'd you want to know?" "With all the traveling you must do I thought you might know a couple." "It's nothing in comparison to how many Bruce knows," Tim said. "Then there's the task in becoming fluent, which of course takes a lot of time and practice." They sat for awhile longer, welcoming the warm breeze which pushed from one side to the other. Conan looked down at his watch a minute later, feeling it was about time they headed back. "Why did you really bring me here," Conan asked. "Isn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" "I think it's you who has something to share with me." "Excuse me?" "Back after that little incident at ROTI you said you had something to tell me," Tim reminded. "You never did tell me what." "Like I told you before, it was nothing." "You're a decent liar, and even better at playing it off," Tim commented. "But here's the thing, I received a call from Sonoko this morning." "What's that have to do with me?" "Nothing, It was actually about Ran," Tim said. "It appears she's had something on her mind she's been wanting to tell Sonoko about, something that happened at ROTI." "If that's the case, then why call you about it?" "Apparently it has something to do with some boy she knows, Sonoko assumed it was me," Tim replied. "But we both know I didn't arrive until after she was unconscious, so... that leaves you." Conan looked away, leaving a couple passing seconds of silence. He waited, hoping he'd get an answer from him. "Ok... you win," Conan said giving in. "We did it." "Did what?" "We kissed," Conan finally blurted. "Well... at least I think we did." "What do you mean you think?" "You're the one who said the gas I inhaled could have caused hallucinations." Conan stated. "That's what made me have doubts about it actually happening." "I guess there's only one way to find out." "Don't you dare say anything to her about this," Conan snapped. "This stays between you and I." "That's not what I had in mind." "It's not?" "What I was going to have you do is tell me everything you remember about those few moments you shared," Tim replied. "Can you do that for me?" Conan nodded. "So tell me, what was it like," Tim asked. "Do you remember tasting anything?" He received a glare in return. "I swear this isn't for some inside fantasy," Tim laughingly said. "I just need your input to help diagnose if it really happened." Conan looked away, trying to recall what had happened in that small cell just a little over a week ago. "I remember closing my eyes, still moving closer once I did," Conan began. "And that's when it happened." "Come on will ya," Tim said looking down at his watch. "We're already on the borderline of time here, I need a distinct detail." "Cut me some slack Tim, telling you is already embarrassing enough as it is." Conan said. "Sorry, you won't hear another word out of me." He thought about what he had said, 'A distinct detail.' The more he thought, the more that came back to him. "Grape, that's kind of what I remember tasting." "Yea... you might have been hallucinating," Tim said. "A very wild hallucination." Conan breathed out relief. "That's good to hear," Conan said. "I'd never want something like that to happen when it did." "Even if you were about to die?" Tim asked. "Can we just go," Conan said sitting up. "We're already going to be late, let's not extend onto that." "Wait up." Tim said following after him. He sat with his back rested to one of the chairs in the waiting area. He found his attention directed to a TV pinned to the upper wall, helping the time go by. It took over fifteen minutes for him to return. "How did it go?" Dr. Agasa asked sitting up from the chair. "Didn't find anything out of the ordinary." "What were you hoping to find?" "I checked for benefits and interest ratings," Dick replied. "Unfortunately neither of those two things answers why he chose this bank over the others." "Have you looked into the other banks as well for comparison?" "Checked online this morning," Dick confirmed. "But I wanted to give TWB a closer look since this is the one he chose." "Perhaps if we knew more about Mr. Salvonte it would be easier to understand his motive." Dr. Agasa said. "You and I may not know him," Dick said. "But Conan and Tim do, we'll just have to rely on them for this task." "For what," Dr. Agasa questioned. "Do you have something in mind?" "Maybe." "Would you like me to call Shinichi?" "No need to, I'll sort all that out later," Dick said. "Do you still think you can access the information on that account?" "If it hasn't been locked down then I don't see why not." "Good, because I think it's time we gave it another look." They took their time as they walked down the last street, both resting their hands into the comfort of their pockets. "Now that we're almost there, I think it's time you told me what's on the agenda for the rest of the day." "What do you mean?" Tim asked. "I thought you said you had some place in mind you wanted the three of us to go." "Oh that." Tim said bringing a hand to his chin. Conan looked up to see a lost and clueless expression on his face. "Let me guess," Conan said. "You never had anything planned, did you?" "Nope." "Can't say I'm surprised," Conan said. "If you wanted to talk to me why didn't you just call?" "I did, but you didn't pick up," Tim stated. "And when she answered the door with that look on her face, I found myself a little lost for words." "I'm starting to believe your excessive computer time is beginning to damage your social skills," Conan said. "So what do you plan to say when we get there?" "We still have about a minute," Tim said bringing his watch up to his eyes. "That means we still have time to come up with something." "We... don't you mean you," Conan corrected. "This was your idea remember?" "But you know this area better than I do," Tim said. "So I'm pretty sure you could come up with something quicker." "It would have really helped if you had mentioned this a little sooner." "I was still in the process of thinking up something myself." "Well keep thinking." Conan said. "Between the two of us we should be able to come up with something." Without really realizing they found themselves stalling with each step. They came to a stop once reaching the front, deciding not to go up just yet. "Have you come up with anything?" Tim asked. "Not yet, but we better hurry," Conan replied. "We don't want to keep her waiting too much longer." They then turned at the sound of someone heading down the staircase, stepping to the side as she joined the both of them. "I thought I might find the two of you down here," Ran said with a smile. "So where are we going?" Conan and Tim looked to one another, expecting the other to answer. "There's actually been a change in plans." Tim said turning back to her. "What do you mean?" "The place I had in mind is closed on Sundays," Tim said. "And since that's the case we'll let you decide what we're going to do." "Oh really," Ran said in excitement. "I know just the place." "And where's that?" Tim asked. "You'll just have to wait and see," Ran said turning to walk. "Right this way." "Look on the bright side," Tim said looking down to Conan. "It could have turned out a lot worse." "Who says I'm complaining?" Conan said following after her. "I wonder where we're going." Tim thought. He sat in silence the whole ride back, listening to the radio for any incoming news. "We're here." Hiroshi said as they pulled in. They stepped out once parked, making their way in through the front door. "Where's Haibara," Dick asked. "I could have sworn I saw her before we left." "She's around somewhere," Hiroshi said taking a seat in front of the computer. "It'll only take me a few minutes to get it on screen, so sit tight." "No need to hurry Agasa, I'm not in a rush." He found his eyes wondering around the as he waited, observing the many things that filled the room. "How'd the testing on that flying hand of yours go?" "It had a slight disfunction during my last session," Hiroshi replied. "I'll have to fix it up a bit before any further testing can be done." "Good luck with that, I know how tough that stuff can be." "Oh no." "What's wrong?" Dick asked looking to the screen. "The account has been locked," Hiroshi informed. "Whatever they were using that account for is clearly over." "And finding out what isn't going to be easy," Dick said. "There's got to be something else linking the two companies together." "What do you propose we do from here?" "It's time to do some digging," Dick said with a step back. "Some deep digging." "You mean on the two companies?" "Not exactly," Dick answered. "If we ever plan on finding out what we need to know, we're going to have to move in from a different angle." "I see you have something in mind." "My phones running on low right now, so if you happen to see Conan or Tim around let them know I'll be a little busy." Dick said as he headed for the door. "Where are you going?" "To go begin my search." "Will you be needing a ride?" Hiroshi asked. "No need to, it's not very far from here," Dick replied. "Besides, I could use the walk." "Until next time." "I look forward to it." Dick said before walking out the front door. "Me too." The two of them dragged along from the rare, following close behind as she went into yet another small shop. "The mall, oh why did it have to be the mall?" Tim muttered. "Stop your bickering," Conan said. "You're the one who jinxed this anyway." "What do you mean," Tim questioned. "I didn't jinx anything." "Whatever you say ring tone man." "Ok, you win," Tim said giving in. "You won't hear another complaint out of me." She came back out before they could enter, leaving the two of them a little surprised. "I think you just set a record for entering and exiting." Tim said. "I walked into the wrong place," Ran said. "It doesn't happen very often." "So what place are you looking for?" Tim asked. "There," Ran pointed. "It's right over there." The three of them walked past a small group of people, coming to a stop once reaching the front entrance. "A beauty shop," Tim questioned. "I think I'll just wait out hear, there's nothing in there for me." "I'll stay with you," Conan said. "This isn't my kind of store either." "Well that's to bad," Ran stated. "Because you're both coming in." "... Why?" Tim asked. "Because we're supposed to be spending the day together," Ran reminded. "I promise this will be my last stop, then we can go anywhere you two want to go." "Sounds like a deal to me." Conan said. "Ok, I can defiantly agree to that." "Great," Ran said heading for the door. "I knew we could come to some kind of agreement." With that the three of them headed in. They looked to the right to see a table with multiple types of hair sprays lined up. Directly across the room to the left stood a stack of several brands of perfume. "Try to find something to keep yourselves entertained," Ran said. "I won't be long." They stood in place as she took to the back end of the store. Tim was the first to make a move, walking over to a shelf in the right corner. Conan seeing this decided to follow after him. "What are you doing," Conan asked. "Don't tell me you're actually going to buy something." "What color do you want," Tim asked holding out two separate containers. "Purple or a baby soft blue?" "And since when do I wear eye shadow?" Conan asked with the cross of his arms. "Lighten up a little," Tim said setting them back to the shelf. "I'm just trying to keep us entertained like Ran suggested." "You sure have a creative way of doing that." "Hey, at least I'm trying." Just as they were about to head back to the front someone could be heard approaching from their blind side, both turning to immediately recognize who it was. "Out of all people, I never expected to see the two of you here." "You're Akiye Samurakami right," Conan asked. "We saw you at that party where the shooting took place." "That would be the one." Akiye said. "What happened to you after the explosion occurred," Conan asked. "You were one of the many people who went missing after the smoke cleared." "I left to avoid any further possible attacks." "So what are you doing here," Tim asked. "Keeping up with the latest hair blends?" "I'm actually the manager of this store," Akiye stated. "Now if you don't mind me asking, what are the two of you doing here?" "We're actually with her." Tim said pointing to the back of the store. "Who's she, your girlfriend?" "Close, but she's actually involved with my little friend here," Tim said patting Conan to the top of his head. "Don't let his size fool you, he's got some extreme game." "I'm not even going to respond to that," Akiye said turning away. "Just let it be known, I've got my eyes on the two of you." They watched as she walked to the other side of the store, a smile coming to Tim's face as she did. "You think I creeped her out?" Tim asked. "If that was your intent, mission accomplished." Conan said giving him the thumbs up. Ran returned to the front shortly after, finding the two of them hanging over near the hair sprays. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Conan asked. "They didn't have the right kind," Ran replied. "I'll check back in about a week or so." "Now what," Tim questioned. "What do you guys want to do next?" "It's hot out, so why don't we head to the ice cream shop?" Ran suggested. "What do you say Conan, you up for an ice cone?" Tim asked. "Sounds good to me." "Then it's settled," Ran said. "It's not far from here, we just past it on our way here." They didn't waste any time, back tracking from where they had come. After receiving their ice cream cones they left the shopping center. "That sure was refreshing." Ran said. "You can say that again." Conan said in agreement. Tim leveled a hand just above his eyes, observing the darkened clouds in the far distance, slowly moving their way. "It looks like we could get some rain in the next few hours." Tim said. "Any idea what the two of you want to do before that happens?" Conan shrugged his shoulders. "How about we go skating?" "Pass." Tim rejected. "Seconded." Conan agreed. "I don't exactly see either of you coming up with anything," Ran said. "Or would you prefer to go back to the mall?" "Skating sounds good to me." Tim said. "Skating it is." Conan added. "Follow me," Ran said taking lead once more. "It's located just down this street." They spent a few hours hours at the skating center. Once finished they headed to a bowling alley which took up an additional two hours. Still looking for something else to do they ended up becoming spectators for a live performance on the streets. As the day came closer to an end they managed to come across a photo booth, walking in to take a few shots. Conan looked down at his watch as the sky continued to darken. "How come you didn't come out and skate with us earlier?" Ran asked. "I only agreed to put them on," Tim replied. "I never said I was actually going to skate." "What's wrong, you don't know how to?" "It has nothing to do with that," Tim said. "My left ankle has been giving me troubles for the past few days." "Well that's funny, because you seem to have been able to walk just fine throughout the day." "Yea.. that's because." "Ran it's almost eight O'clock," Conan said cutting in. "Don't you think we should be heading home right about now, we do have school tomorrow after all." "Thanks for the save." Tim whispered. Ran gave her watch a look as well, confirming his claim. "I guess it is getting a bit late." "Then I think it's time we called it a night." Tim said. "I had a lot of fun, we'll have to do it again some time," Ran said. "We could even have Sonoko come along next time." "Sounds like a solid plan too me," Tim agreed. "You two be safe on your way home, I better be getting back as well." "I'll see you tomorrow." Ran waved as Tim headed in the opposite direction of the two. "What a day this turned out to be." Conan thought. "But there's something about Ms. Samurakami, I don't know what it is, but something just seems so... secretive." This laid to the back of his mind the whole walk home. After another hour or so the rain they had been expecting had finally arrived, drizzling down for miles out. It was well past ten when he finally decided to look over to the clock, shaking his sleepiness off as he continued his examination. The door to the room slid open not long after. "How'd you know I'd be here?" "You're a late bird," Dick replied. "I'd never expect you to be in bed this early." "What are you doing here anyway?" Tim asked. "I need you to have another talk with Bondo Salvonte." "About what?" Tim asked. "I had a little visit with Agasa today, that account between Lexcorp and ROTI has been locked down," Dick informed. "I've done a little searching, but I want you to have a word with Salvonte." "What do you want me to ask," Tim questioned. "It's not like I can just go in and ask him about his business with Lex without seeming suspicious." "That's not the approach I had in mind," Dick said. "It's much more discreet." "And what might that be?" "Tell you what, we'll discuss it over lunch tomorrow," Dick said. "As I can see you're a little busy." "It's nothing serious, just looking over this diamond Makoto lent me," Tim said. "The Gueto as it's called." Dick moved in closer to catch a glimpse of something on the computer screen, which grabbed his attention. "What's that you have there?" "A woman was killed on top of a club house I was supposed to attend," Tim informed. "I'm still looking into the case from here in Tokyo." "I'll let you get back to that," Dick said heading for the door. "I'll send you a message with the directions where to meet me some time tomorrow." "I might be a little late," Tim said. "There's someone I need to talk to after school." "That doesn't concern me one bit, I'm sure I can find something to keep me occupied," Dick said. "I'll see you then." Tim nodded, focusing his attention back to the diamond as Dick exited the room. The next morning was an early start. He walked to school with his eyes dazed into the distance, still feeling the affects of an extended weekend. He took his time crossing the street, not exactly ready to go back. "One more day off would have been nice." He made it to the school grounds shortly after, looking over to see his friends waiting for him by the side of the wall. "I told you he'd be here soon." Mitsuhiko said. "What took you so long?" Ai asked as he joined the four of them. "I was actually contemplating on whether or not to sleep in for another hour." Conan replied. "But then you would have been late for class." Ayumi stated. "I was kidding," Conan said with a smile. "Though I do wish we had one more day off." "Couldn't agree more," Genta said. "Though we never did go see that movie you guys." "How about Wednesday," Mitsuhiko suggested. "Is everyone open on that day." "I'll have to check with my parents." Ayumi said. "Me too." Genta added. "Wednesday works for me," Conan said. "What about you Haibara?" She nodded in response. "Great, now all we have to do is wait and see if you two can come on that day." Mitsuhiko said. "I'm almost afraid to ask what we're going to go see." Conan thought. "We better get to class, we only have a few minutes until the bell rings." Genta said. They didn't waste any time, heading straight to class from there. Conan could see her glimpse over at him as they walked, knowing there was probably something she wanted to talk to him about. Mid day had finally arrived. He made his way down to the roadside, signaling for a taxi once there. He checked his watch every few minutes as they drove. They came to a stop after a long twenty minute drive. "Is this the place?" The driver asked turning in his seat. He looked out the window to his left to to locate a sign which read 'Sea Top'. "Yes, this will do." He stepped out once paying, making his way into the restaurant. He was immediately recognized by the woman standing at the front desk. "Wait a minute, haven't I seen you before," She asked giving him a closer look. "Oh yes, your the famous detective Mouri." "That would be me." Kogoro confirmed. "How may I help you today?" "I'm actually supposed to meet with someone." Kogoro informed. "Could you possibly give me a name," She asked. "I could let you know if they've come in yet." "I'm sorry, but that's confidential." "I see, you're working with a client," She said. "In that case you can just walk right on in." "Thank you for your time.. Ms. Sulak." Kogoro said looking down at her name tag. With that he made his way into the seating area, looking to see many people gathered around the center of the room. "I wonder what's going on here." He looked down at his watch to check the time as he made his way to a seat located in the far back. "This is where he said he'd meat me." Kogoro thought while having a seat. He kept his attention to those around him, watching as a man with a cap lowered over his eyes walked over and leaned to one of the walls. "I wonder what that guy is up to?" It wasn't until that second that he felt the presence of someone standing to the side of him. "Eri, what are you doing here?" Kogoro asked. "I could ask you the same thing." "I'm here to meet with a client," Kogoro answered. "And you?" "I was invited by Chef Renin to come see the show." "What show?" "He and another Chef are supposed to have a little cook out competition." "That would explain why no one is seated but me." "I'm going to head to the front for a better view," Eri said turning to walk. "Good luck with your meeting." He sat back as he continued to wait, giving his watch another look. The same mysterious man from early still stood to the side of the wall. Kogoro ignored him, looking to the other side of the room to see a man in shades and a scarf heading his way. "Thanks for coming detective." He said having a seat across from him. "It's good to finally meet you Anguó." "If you don't mind, I'd like to dive right into it." "Fine by me," Kogoro said easing in. "So tell me, what has been bothering you?" "It's my wife," Anguó began. "I believe she's been having an affair." "And how long do you think this has been going on for?" He took a few moments to think about it, looking back up once ready to answer. "I'd say for roughly two months." "Any idea who this other man may be?" Anguó nodded, pointing to the front of the room to where everyone else had their eyes focused to. "His name's Chef Renin." "Who's the other guy next to him?" Kogoro asked. "Chef Yuki, he's supposed to be competing with Renin." "How often do you believe your wife sees him?" Kogoro asked. "Pretty much everyday." "What," Kogoro exclaimed. "How so?" "Because she works here," Anguó informed. "You probably met Bik on your way in." "Don't tell me your wife is Mrs. Sulak!" "Bik Sulak to be exact," Anguó said. "And I'm Anguó Sulak." "We appreciate all your patience," Chef Renin spoke loudly. "We will begin very shortly." The two of them turned just in time to see her walk into the back room with both Chefs right behind. "What do you think is going on now?" Kogoro asked. "They're probably making last minute preparations before they begin."Anguó replied. "So, will you help me find out if she really has been involved with him?" "Of course," Kogoro answered. "That's what I do." The two of them sat in wait for a time to come. Bik returned from the back after a good five minutes, making her way back to the front desk. Others made their way in and out through the doors, neither of them really paying attention to this. "So how do you plan on figuring out this whole thing?" Anguó asked. "We'll wait for the show to end, then I'll make my move from there." Minutes passed as they continued to wait. The doors to the kitchen flew wide open as the Chef Yuki came walking out with the push of a table with all the contents hidden under a large blanket. "Looks like it's show time." He stopped once reaching the center of the room, giving everyone a warming smile before taking a step forward. "I'm glad you were all able to come," Chef Yuki said. "I will go first, then we'll all have the luxury of seeing what Mr. Renin has to offer." "So how does the voting work?" Someone asked. "That doesn't come until the end," Chef Yuki replied. "Are there anymore questions?" There was no hands raised, everyone keeping their eyes set to him. "Then let us begin." He reached down to grab the blanket, tossing it to the side as everyones eyes shot wide in horror. Many screamed out as they pushed back. "What's going on?"Anguó questioned. "Stay here." Kogoro instructed as he jumped from his seat. He pushed his way through the crowd, arriving to the front to find out what had been hidden behind the blanket. It was none other than Chef Renin, his body laid out to the table. "It wasn't me!" Chef Yuki said backing away. "Alright everyone," Kogoro said facing the crowd. "I need everyone to move back, this is now a crime scene." Kogoro then caught sight of Eri who gave him a look. He didn't know what to think at first, continuing to get everyone to clear the way. Everyone did as instructed except for Eri who walked right up to him. "What are you doing," Kogoro said becoming impatient. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of getting things settled?" "I thought you might want to know about the guy tampering with the scene behind you." "What guy?!" Kogoro yelled as he spun around. It was none other than him, the man he had seen standing in the corner earlier. "Hey, what are you doing?!" "Two cut's to the lower abdomen, one to the back of the neck," He said as he examined the body. "I'd say he died within twenty seconds of the encounter." "Did you not hear me," Kogoro stomped while coming to a stop directly behind him. "This is a crime scene, and I need everyone to get back which includes you!" "Sorry about that, I just wanted to give the body a look myself." The capped man said turning to face him. "Usually people jump back at the sight of a dead body, but you seem rather comfortable," Kogoro stated. "Who are you anyway." "Dick Grayson." He replied tipping his hat up. To Be Continued

The Detective Prince Chapter 43 The Count Down It was an early start for him that Saturday morning. He traveled around the city to get himself further accustomed to the many locations. His phone rang as he exited from an electronics shop, pulling it to his ear once stopping under a small tree. "Hey," Dick said answering the call. "What happened yesterday, where'd you disappear to when we got back?" "Sorry about that," Tim said. "There was something important I needed to attend to." "No need to apologize, It's not like I lost any sleep or anything like that." "I figured you wouldn't, or I'd have called to touch base," Tim said. "On another note, are you busy at the moment?" "Nope, just giving myself a little tour of the city," Dick replied. "Why, did you want me to come over?" "As a matter a fact I do," Tim said. "How soon can you be here?" "Stay put, I'll be right over." With that he slipped the phone back into his pocket. He whistled a low tune on his way there, looking down at his watch which read five after eleven. He was surprised when he arrived to find the two of them standing outside of the apartment complex. "I didn't know Conan was with you." Dick said stopping in front of the two. "He came over about an hour ago." Tim informed. "Why are we meeting down here," Dick asked. "Is there something you guys wanted to show me?" "There's actually someone we want you to meet." Tim said. "Let me guess, that doctor friend of yours," Dick said . "Mr. Agasa if I recall." "Right on both accounts." Conan confirmed. "How far is this place from here?" "It's in walking distance, so a cab won't be necessary." Tim replied. "Besides the temperature is mild today." "That's one good thing," Conan said. "We've had some pretty hot conditions for the past couple days, this is a nice change in pace." "Careful you two, you wouldn't want to jinx it now would you?" That was the last mention of the weather. They made their way down one street to the next, Conan pointing out several places Dick was unfamiliar with. This resulted in them becoming a little sidetracked. It wasn't until an hour later that they finally arrived to where they had set out to be. "We're almost there," Conan said. "It's just down this street." They could see him standing in the middle of the yard with his eyes aimed to the sky, noticing a large remote in his hands. "What's he doing?" Tim questioned. "Your guess is as good as mine." Conan said. Out of curiosity they to looked up at the sky, watching as a metallic hand grabbed hold of a tennis ball falling down toward them. "Oh what a surprise," Dr. Agasa said noticing the three. "I was not expecting you boys over." "What's this you have flying around?" Conan asked as they approached. "Just a little something I've been working on for quite some time," Hiroshi replied. "It's quite useful when working at a desk, it allows for you to grab anything you may need." "Interesting stuff doc," Tim said. "Next you'll be telling us about some telekinetic device you put together." "That's a little far fetched, something that would take years and much research to create." "Well if anyone is able to do it, I'd put my money on you." Tim said. "So who is this with you," Hiroshi asked lowering the metallic hand to the grass. "Are you a friend of Timothy?" "More than that, we're basically family," Tim answered. "We've already told him all about you, so no need for an introduction." "It's great to have you on our side Dr. Agasa." Dick said. "Oh I see, you're part of their little operation," Hiroshi said. "So how long have you been here?" "Just arrived last week," Dick answered. "It's been an interesting one to say the least." "Where's Haibara," Conan asked. "Is she inside?" "Yes, she's working with something on the computer," Hiroshi informed. "Would the three of you like to come inside?" "I don't see why not, we have nowhere else to be at the moment." Tim said. Dr. Agasa picked the hand up from the ground, the three of them following behind as he walked through the front door. "With all that's on my mind I almost forgot to ask you your name." "Grayson, Dick Grayson." "Well Mr. Grayson, it's good to meet you." They closed the door behind them once in. Agasa then lead them across the room to where the computer sat. "Ai, we have a guests who has come to meet you." It took her a few seconds to respond. After finishing the last of what she was typing Ai took the time to look back to give them her attention. "Hi, I'm Dick Grayson." "Pleasure to meet you." Ai said facing the computer once again. "I'll let the four of you get acquainted," Hiroshi said leaving the room. "I still have a few more tests to run on this thing." She could hear him moving in from behind as she read over something, deciding she'd put it on hold. "I take it you're friends with Tim?" "More like brothers, we're always looking out for each other," Dick confirmed. "Though I must say, I'm really starting to warm up to Conan over here." "Guess that makes the two of us." Conan said. "I heard Tim gave you a stuffed animal at some theme park you all went to." Dick said directing his attention back to her. "What did you think of that?" "It was nice of him." Ai replied. "Do you cuddle with it at night?" Dick asked with a grin forming. "What's he up to now?" Tim thought to himself. Ai didn't respond to his question. The chair slightly moved forward that next second, Ai glimpsing up to see Dick leaning at the side of the chair. "So, I see you like computers." ".. I suppose I do." "That's cool, Tim happens to like computers to." Dick informed. Tim brought a palm to his face with the shake of his head. Conan noticing this couldn't help but giggle. At this point it was obvious what he was trying to do. Tim quickly pressed down to his phone with a plan in mind. "Oh look, Ran just sent me a message," Tim said. "It looks like she wants us to meet her at the mall." "That's strange, because this morning I could have sworn that she told me she would be." Conan began only to have Tim put a hand over his mouth. "Whelp, I guess we better get down there A.S.A.P," Tim said keeping his hand steady. "We all know how much Ran hates waiting." "That was a little unexpected," Dick said pushing away from the chair. "It was nice meeting you Haibara, we'll be sure to stop by some time." She watched as the three of them made their way over to the front door, leaving her to the silence of the room like a couple minutes prior. "I don't know what it was about them, but they're defiantly up to something." He finally slowed down once they reached the end of the block, waiting for the light to turn red for them to be able to cross the roadway. "Why are we trying to cross here," Conan asked. "The malls that way." "We're not going to the mall," Tim said. "I made that whole thing up." "But I heard your phone ring," Conan said. "If that wasn't Ran who sent you a message then who was it?" "It was no one," Tim informed. "I simply changed my ring tone in hopes of fooling the two of you." "Why'd you do that?" Dick asked. "You should be the last to ask," Tim said. "You were the one trying to instigate something back there." "Come on Tim, you know I was only trying to have a little fun." Dick said with a smile. "Yea, at my expense." "Well you can't blame me, you're just to easy to pick on." "Shinichi, back me up here will ya?" "This is between you and him, I don't want any part of it." "Huh, some sidekick you're turning out to be." Tim mumbled. "Sidekick," Conan questioned . "Since when was it established that I'm your sidekick?" "Well.. you have done a good job at following his orders." Dick replied. "What orders, we're on equal ground here." Conan declared with the turn of his head. "Nice, you're just as fun to pick on as Tim." Dick said patting him on his shoulder. "Glad to be able to entertain you." Conan said rolling his eyes. They walked for minutes to come. It didn't take long for them to realize they had no true sense of where they were going. Dick was the first to come to a stop, Conan and Tim doing the same after seeing him do so. "Where now are we going?" Dick asked. "I don't know, I was just following." Conan replied. "I was under the impression we were burning off time." "For what," Dick questioned. "I didn't know we were waiting on something." "The main computer is going through an update, and once it's finished I can give those images a closer look." "What images?" Conan asked. "Something Heiji gave me back on my trip to Osaka." Tim replied. "A few close up shots of an incident that occurred." "I don't see a point to us walking in circles," Conan said. "Let's head back to see if the scan is complete." "Agreed, we're wasting time that could be used planning our next move." Dick added. Tim looked at his watch to see it had been three hours since the scan had begun. "It's had plenty of time to run its course," Tim thought while lowering his arm back to his side. "By the time we arrive the scan should be complete." Not much was said on their way to the base. They were more focused than they had been all day. The sound of an alarm on the computer could be heard as they entered in through the entrance door. Tim took a seat at the computer chair, immediately shutting off the alarm that beeped loud to their ears. "What was that all about?" Conan asked. "Just a notification to let me know the scan is complete." Tim replied. Dick sat at the other chair from behind, leaning back in relaxation. Conan on the other hand stood at the side of Tim, watching as he went to work on enhancing the photos. The room stayed silent for a good few minutes. "How much longer until we have clear shots?" He didn't reply. "Hey Tim, how long do you think it will take you?" Conan crossed his arms at his second failed attempt at getting his attention. "Sorry about that Conan," Dick said. "Tim can become a little mute when it comes to his computers." "As I can see." "We'll have to forgive him, he's somewhat of a geek in that regard." "Oh really," Conan said with a smile falling upon his face. "I always took him more for a nerd." "Aren't they pretty much the same thing?" "Point taken." "Actually, they're not." Tim said looking up from the computer. Both Conan and Dick looked to him in confusion. "What do you mean?" Conan asked. "A geek should not be confused with a nerd," Tim said. "Though similar, both have their distinct differences." He could feel it within him, holding himself back as best as he could. "Whatever you say Tim," Dick said laughingly. "They're the same as far as I know." "A nerd is someone who is highly intelligent, yet very independent," Tim began. "They are considered by most to be loners, not usually very attractive, and tend to only work with those with a similar mind set." They looked to one another, shocked he was actually giving them a full rundown. "Geeks on the other hand have high imagination and aren't nearly as distant," Tim continued. "They're extremely advanced when it comes to computers and technology, their devotion to what they do out weighs that of your average ordinary person." "... Hold on a second," Conan said uncrossing his arms. "You did not just tell us the difference between a geek and a nerd?" "I actually wasn't finished," Tim informed. "I can break it down even further if you'd like, that's where you have the dorks and dweebs." Dick couldn't contain himself any longer, shedding out the laughter which he contained inside. Conan did the same in the seconds that passed. Tim rolled his eyes at his two laughing comrades, directing his attention back to the computer screen. "Is it so hard to have a mature discussion, even if it was for just one time?" Their laughter came to a stop shortly after. Conan made his way to Dick's side, whispering into his ear once coming to a stop. "So which one is he?" "A geek, defiantly a geek." Dick replied. "Couldn't agree more." Conan said. They patiently waited for him to finish up with the pictures he had obtained. Every minute that passed seemingly longer than the last. Conan walked forward after hearing the snap of Tim's finger. "What is it," Conan asked. "Have you finished editing the pictures taken?" "Yep, everything's a go." Tim confirmed. "Now we're talking," Conan said. "So what do we have?" "Most everything here is pictures of the victims at the scene," Tim replied. "But check out the photo at the top right corner." He enlarged it to where it took up the full screen. "This is what we really should be looking at," Tim pointed. "Take a good look at that sideways 'w' imprinted on the back of his neck." Conan pushed up to give it a closer look. It wasn't much but, everything seemed to be slowly coming together. "That's not a 'w', it's an 'e'," Conan said. "I recognize that typeface, Bauhaus 93." "Exactly, it's an 'e' that closely resembles a sideways 'w'," Tim said. "According to Heiji, Ryo also had this same marking on the back of his neck." "What do you think it symbolizes," Conan asked. "If he and Ryo both were Black Yangs it must stand for something." The two stood in thought for seconds to come, just as clueless as the other. "Dick, what do you think?" Tim asked looking over at him. "I'm just as stumped as you two." "Maybe not." Conan said removing his hands from his pocket. "It's a hunch, but I think I may have an idea." "An idea huh," Tim said. "Go ahead, I'd like to hear this." "Do you remember when Heiji and I were captured by Scar Eyes?" Conan asked. "Scar Eyes... Oh yea now I remember, he's one of the Outworlders," Tim said. "Down at the docks, right?" Conan nodded in confirmation. "When we were held captive, Scar Eyes said he was from down west," Conan informed. "Osaka to be exact." "Where are you going with this?" Tim asked. "I had Dr. Agasa do a little digging for me shortly after our last encounter with Brutho," Conan said. "Turns out he lives down west himself." "I see, so you think the Outworlders originated from down that way." Dick said. "And if what I think those markings represent turn out to be true, that means the Black Yangs are from the east." Conan said. "In that case the White Tiger could be closer than we think," Tim said. "He could even be somewhere here in Tokyo." "It's funny how much we can learn in such a short amount of time," Dick said sitting up from the chair. "Now the question becomes, where to start looking." "We're on a bit of a short leash," Conan said. "We'll need more than tatts and a few bodies if we plan on finding out where he's operating from." "Which won't be easy." Dick said. "They're right," Tim thought. "And choosing what to do next won't be easy, especially since we don't have much on this White Tiger or the Black Yangs for that matter." The three remained silent for a short time, figuring out what their next move would be. Conan leaned against the walls as his phone went off. He pulled it from within his pocket, looking to the others after reading the message. "I gotta go," Conan said. "Ran needs me back at the house." "You sure this isn't a ring change?" Dick jokingly asked. "I assure you this isn't another ring tone change," Conan said turning for the door. "That's Tim's playbook." "You hear that Tim," Dick said. "You have your own little scheme book now." "At least I'm not the one who sported pixie boots and underwear for all those years." "Pixie boots and underwear," Conan questioned while looking back at the two of them. "What was that I heard?" "Oh it's nothing," Dick said waving his hands back and forth with a smile coming to his face. "Run along now, we'll call you whenever we have any new information." With that he left the room, the electronic door closing behind shortly after. "I wonder what that was all about." Conan thought to himself. To his pleasure the temperature had not risen much from what it had been earlier. He slowly made his way home, taking each step at a time. Once there he darted up the stairs, anxious to find out what it was she had messaged him about. He walked in through the front door to immediately see Ran come out from within her room. "Sorry I called you away from your friends," Ran apologized. "I'm glad you were able to make it here so quickly." "It's ok, we can always reschedule for a later time." Conan said. "So which one do you think I should wear?" Ran asked pulling two different shirts from behind her back. "The purple one." Conan answered. "That's exactly what I was thinking." Ran said heading back into her room. He leaned to the side of the wall as he waited for her to return. Surprisingly it didn't take long for her to do so. "So how do I look?" "Perfect," Conan replied. "So what's this all about, are we going somewhere?" "As a matter a fact we are, I think today is the perfect time for the three of us to go out," Ran confirmed. "You didn't say anything to him, did you?" "Of course not," Conan replied. "Where is he, I didn't see him in the office on my way up." "I spoke with him over the phone about thirty minutes ago," Ran said. "He should be here any minute now." Within a couple seconds they could hear the door to the office room slam shut. "Sounds like he's home." Conan said. "Stay here," Ran instructed. "I'm going to go check on him." "I wonder what has him so heated." Conan thought. Everything had remained consistently busy throughout the day up until sun down. He sat in the darkness of his office, the trail of the days events looming on his mind. A soft knock came from the other side of the door. "Come in, the doors unlocked." The door slowly slid open in the following seconds. "It's so dark in here Megure," Miwako said entering. "Why do you have the lights off?" "I needed some time to think, and that was the best way to help me do so," Juzo replied. "So what is it you want to speak to me about?" "It's about the latest case involving another dead officer," Miwako answered. "I thought now would be a good time to go over the latest details." "Sounds good to me," Juzo said. "Have they diagnosed a cause of death?" "Death by drowning is what has been recorded." Miwako turned at the sudden sound of someone running in from behind. "Sorry I'm late Inspector Megure," Wataru said catching his breath. "You wanted to talk to me about something?" "Sato could you give the two of us a minute," Juzo asked. "We won't be long." "Yes sir." He waited for her to leave, sitting up in his chair once she did. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Wataru asked. "Tell me Takagi, how have you been feeling for these past few weeks?" "How have I been feeling," Wataru questioned. "What do you mean by that?" "You know you're one of my most trusted men, right?" "Of course," Wataru said walking toward him. "What's wrong, is there something important you need to tell me?" "Yes, and I also need you to keep a secret." "A secret... what kind of secret?" The door to the room flew shut from behind, causing him to jump. It was pitch dark for the first few seconds before the lights turned on. "Takagi, there's someone I want you to meet." Juzo pointed. He turned around, and there he was, standing with his back leaned against the door. "It's great to finally meet you, Officer Takagi." "I'm sure you recognize him," Juzo said standing from his chair. "His names Red Robin." "But Inspector," Wataru said looking back at him. "Why, I don't understand." "He's not what you think," Juzo said. "Red Robin may not be a lawman but he's defiantly on our side, him saving my life is sealed proof of that." "He saved your life," Wataru questioned. "Now I'm a little confused." "Try not to be," Red Robin said stepping up to him. "We'll explain the best way we can." "So you're not a killer or thief?" Wataru asked. "Correct, I'm neither of those things," Red Robin replied. "All I want is to put a stop to these recent ongoing activities." "You mean the random killings of the many police officers?" He nodded. "There's more to it than that, but that's on the surface of it all." Red Robin said. "Inspector, about what time was it when the latest body was discovered." "Earlier this evening around 6 PM behind a restaurant," Juzo informed. "Death has been declared by drowning, a water hose was found near the body." "Someone must have forced it into their throat," Red Robin said. "What a way to go." "There was also a slash mark on the chest area," Juzo added. "At this point we can assume it's the killers signature." "Was a message left at the scene as well?" "No, but the killer did leave another note behind," Juzo said. "This time with the number nine attached." Red Robin stood back in silence, absorbing in all they knew. Megure walked up to his side after a few passing moments. "What are you thinking?" Juzo asked. "The numbers," Red Robin replied. "I can't help but think they represent some kind of count down." "A count down," Juzo questioned. "For what?" "Don't know yet," Red Robin answered. "Then we have the change in the culprit's method of killing, the water hose may in fact be a hint at what's to come." "Great thinking," Juzo commented. "I'll have my men work that angle." "Good, because we need to try and be prepared for whatever this guy may have planned." "So why me," Wataru asked coming back into the picture. "Out of all the others, why choose me to help you?" "It was actually between you and two others," Megure informed. "After I gave him a description on the three of you, he chose you out of the select few." "Let's hope I made the right choice," Red Robin said turning for the window. "Give him a complete rundown Inspector, I'll be seeing the two of you in the next few days." "Leaving so soon?" Juzo asked. "Crime never takes a break, and I have somewhere I need to be." They watched as he leaped out of the window, leaving them to the quietness of the room. Red Robin swinged to a building nearby where he awaited, landing right at the side of him. "How'd it go in there?" "He had questions just as we thought," Red Robin replied. "But I think once it sinks in he'll make for a valuable ally." "So when are you going to introduce me?" "I didn't think bringing Takagi into the fold and introducing you all in the same night would have flowed very well," Red Robin said. "But come our next meeting Nightwing shall attend." "Sounds good, but I still feel you should have chosen Officer Sato out of the three," Nightwing said. "I heard the girl has some pretty spiffy moves." "That or you just find her attractive." "And you don't?" "I'm heading back to the base," Red Robin said reaching for his grappler. "I want to look over those images once more, I'll see you tomorrow." "See you then." Nightwing said watching as he swung off into the night. He had slept through most of the night without any complications. It wasn't until around nine the next morning that someone called, awaking him from his deep sleep. He rolled out of bed to find his phone laying on the ground. "I wonder who could be calling at this time." Conan said reaching down and pulling it up to his ear. "Hello?" "I'm glad you picked up." "Oh hey Haibara," Conan said. "What promoted you to call?" "It's about yesterday," Ai replied. "Your friends were acting rather strange." "Don't pay them any mind," Conan said. "They can be a little outgoing when they're together." "And if that wasn't enough, Mr. Grayson just showed up here about fifteen minutes ago." Ai informed. "Did he now," Conan said. "What's he doing there?" "He and Agasa took off in the car to go somewhere," Ai replied. "He said they wouldn't be long." "Maybe Dick's just interested in his line of work," Conan said. "He seemed pretty thrilled after seeing Agasa's flying hand yesterday." "Be careful Shinichi, there's something suspicious about those Gotham boys." He could hear his name being called from the other room as he sat on the side of the bed. "I'm going to have to call you back," Conan said. "Ran's calling me." "Well, get back to me as soon as you can." "Will do Haibara." After hanging up Conan walked over to the dresser to find something to wear for the day. Once dressed he placed a cap on the top of his head, making his way out. He looked to find Ran chatting with Tim near the front entrance. "There you are," Ran said turning his way. "What took you so long?" "I was getting dressed." Conan answered. "Ran told me about what happened yesterday," Tim said. "I'm sorry about your planned day being put on hold, those killings must have really put him on edge." "No worries, we plan on trying again tomorrow." Ran said. "Why not today?" Conan asked. "Tim's already asked for our company today." Ran replied. "So what are we going to do?" Conan asked looking up at him. "Why ruin the surprise," Tim said opening the door. "You'll find out in a few hours, in the mean time there's something I need to talk to you about." "What do you need to talk to him about?" Ran asked. "Guy talk," Tim replied. "Come on Conan." Conan followed him out through the front door. Ran watched them from the top of the stairs as they headed out. "We'll be back no later than an hour." Tim said. "I'll be waiting." Ran said. "And don't you be taking him anywhere someone his age shouldn't be." "Your request has been well noted." "That's all I needed to hear." Ran said as she closed the door. Conan looked up at Tim as they continued to walk, resting his hands into the comfort of his pocket. "What is it you want to talk about?" Conan asked. "Not here," Tim replied. "We'll talk as soon as we get there." "There," Conan thought. "Where is he taking me?" To Be Continued