Detective Conan/Batman Crossover

[SSJBowser 13]

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

[SSJBowser 13]

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

[SSJBowser 13]

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

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 46

Wrapped Up

He stood at the side of the chair as the computer slowly loaded, lowering his phone down at his side.

"So what is it we're supposed to be looking for?" Ai asked glimpsing down at him.

"I'm not sure yet, he hasn't told me." Conan replied.

It only took a few seconds for the computer to fully load. He then brought the phone back to the side of his ear.

"Alright Dick, we're ready." Conan said setting his phone on speaker.

"I need you to pull up any information you can find on a Fredreck Belmonta," Dick said. "I'm not sure what her last name is, but see if you can find anything on a Kaimeil, she works at Sea Top as well."

Ai typed both names into the search bar before launching a search.

"I've heard of that place before, what are you doing at Sea Top anyway?" Conan asked.

"Not what I expected I would be doing," Dick replied. "There's been a murder."

"A murder," Conan exclaimed. "Do you want me to meet up with you, I could be there in a matter of minutes."

"They've got a lot of security outside, I don't think you'd even be able to get in," Dick stated. "I think I'll be just fine handling this one along with the police."

"What did you need those two names for," Conan asked. "Are they suspects?"

"Not exactly, I just think it would be better if I had a little more information on the two," Dick replied. "We already have our suspects lined up, who they're questioning as we speak."

"Haibara do you have anything yet?" Conan asked looking her way.

She nodded in response.

"Kaimeil's last name is Heng," Ai informed. "She has quite the history in management after graduating."

"What about Belmonta," Conan asked. "What were you able to find on him?"

"Not much, all that's here is his hiring by a Mr. Boldien," Ai stated. "Other than that, nothing."

"Hey Dick did you get all of that?" Conan asked.

"Loud and clear," Dick confirmed. "Thanks for your assistance."

"No problem," Conan said. "We'll call you back if we find any additional information."

"Thanks, I'll keep my ears peeled."

From there the two of them hung up. He looked over at the kitchen doors while placing his phone back into his pocket, walking over to them. Once there he pushed the doors to the side to rejoin the others who had already begun questioning the three suspects.

"What Haibara was able to find doesn't allude from our prime suspects," Dick thought. "But I do find it strange she wasn't able to find more on Fredreck."

Megure looked over his shoulder as he approached, turning to face him after he came to a stop.

"There you are, I was wondering how long you'd be." Juzo said.

"So what have we learned thus far?"

"We haven't questioned any of them yet," Juzo informed. "We sent Mrs. Sulak to go and retrieve the survalliance footage, once she returns we'll begin the questioning process."

"Did someone go with her?" Dick asked.

"I sent Officer Celik to escort her there," Juzo replied. "They should be back any minute now."

Surely enough they made their way back within that next minute.

"Here are all four of the videos which covered the kitchen." Officer Celik said handing them over to Inspector Megure.

"Great, we'll have a look at them in just a moment," Juzo said as he directed his attention to Chef Yuki. "Tell me Mr. Yuki, how was your relationship with Renin?"

"We've had our ups and downs in the past," Yuki admitted. "But we've been on very good terms for the past year or so, why do you ask Inspector?"

"Why is it you two weren't always on good terms?" Kogoro asked.

"I guess it really has to do with our competitive nature," Chef Yuki replied. "Whenever opportunities seemed to arise he was always the one to be called to the stand, being chosen over me more times than I can remember."

"From what he just said that puts him at the tip of our list," Dick thought to himself. "Then again, why tell us all of this?"

He then looked over at Bik who stood with her eyes fixated on Renin's body, which still lay at the front of the room.

"What about you Mrs. Sulak," Juzo asked stepping in front of her. "How was your relationship with Renin?"

She nervously looked at the ground, not replying to his question.

"Is something wrong?" Juzo asked.

She still didn't answer, slowly turning to look the other way.

"Why don't you tell him Bik," Someone said as they walked up from behind. "About your little secret."

She spun around at the familiar voice, more than surprised to see him.

"Anguó what are you doing here?"

"I know all about your little affair you had with him," Anguó stated. "That's why I invited detective Mouri here, he's one of the few people I know that could have exposed the truth."

"I'd never do that to you Anguó!" Bik denied.

"You've always been a bad liar." Anguó said still in disbelief. "I know how much time you spent with him this past month."

"You're wrong," Kaimeil said stepping in between the two. "Your wife speaks the truth."

"And how do you know that," Anguó spat. "Do you have the ability to read minds?!"

"Being the fact I was with her every time they were together, I'd have known if something was going on between the two," Kaimeil stated. "The truth is, for the past two months Bik had been trying to get the two of us back together."

"Say what," Kogoro said jumping in. "You used to date Chef Renin?"

"That's right," Kaimeil confirmed. "I was even his fiance at one point."

"So what happened," Kogoro asked. "Why did the two of you separate?"

"It wasn't just one incident, but several which seemed to stack up over time." Kaimeil replied. "Not to mention the constant arguing."

"Renin said he still loved her, he was like a big brother to me," Bik added on. "That's why I decided to try and mend the broken relationship between them."

"The more I hear, the less I'm convinced that Bik is the one who did it," Dick thought. "It's to early to name the culprit, I'll need a little more to pin point who it is."

The room fell silent for the next few moments. Kogoro looked over at Anguó who did the same in return.

"Why are you looking at me like that," Anguó questioned. "Don't tell me you think I did it, I was with you when he was killed remember?"

"We have to take everything into account," Kogoro said. "There's still the possibility that someone in this room took the liberty of hiring a hitman."

"And let me guess, you think I was the one who did it."

"I'm not goanna point fingers, we'll wait until all the evidence has been examined," Kogoro said turning to face Juzo. "I think it's time we gave that video footage a look."

"They're all ready setting up everything at that back table," Juzo pointed. "It should be ready to view momentarily."

"What we're able to gain from those tapes could make a break in this case, one which we could really use." Kogoro thought.

Both Juzo and Kogoro made their way to the back table. Dick followed after the two a few seconds later. The three anxiously waited at the side of the table as the final adjustments were made.

"Looks like we're good to go." One of the officers said giving them a thumbs up.

"Great job," Juzo stated. "We'll take over from here."

He nodded his head as he and another officer stepped aside.

"Which tape are we going to view first?" Kogoro questioned.

"I say we go with the one that was aimed at the back doors," Dick suggested. "If that's where the murder occurred we might just get a clear shot of our killer."

"Good thinking Grayson," Juzo commented. "We'll start with that one, it should save us some time being the fact we won't need to look at any of the others."

"So which one is it," Kogoro asked giving the stack of tapes a look. "None of these are labeled."

Dick reached into the pile, deciding to grab the third one down.

"We'll never know unless we put them in," Dick said. "How about we try this one first."

He handed the tape to Juzo who slid it into place. The video footage appeared on the screen in the following second.

"Nice guess, you actually picked the right one." Kogoro said.

"We'll have to forward this a bit," Juzo said noticing the time in the lower corner of the screen. "This is set back a couple hours before the murder occurred."

The three of them stood in wait as the video fast forward. This lasted for a little over a minute before Kogoro pressed down on the play button.

"We'll stop it right about here," Kogoro said. "This was around the last time he was seen alive, which was at about thirty after three."

"Make sure the two of you keep your eyes peeled," Juzo said. "Whatever we're hoping to find is going to be within the next few minutes of this tape."

Not another word was spoken, the three fixating their eyes at the screen. Four minutes into the tape both chef's along with Mrs. Sulak entered into the kitchen through the main doors.

"Looks like it's show time." Dick thought.

They continued to watch as Bik emptied out one of the trash bins before heading out the back door with it in hand. She returned moments later only to walk back out the main door.

"That's when I saw her come back out when I was sitting at the back table with Anguó." Kogoro informed.

"This pretty much clears her from our suspect list," Juzo said. "But that still doesn't prove she wasn't some how involved."

This left Yuki and Renin as the only two left in the kitchen. They kept light conversation while they sorted some things around the room. The back door opened once more, both chefs looking over as a man dressed in a crisp black suit entered.

"I wonder who this guy is." Dick said.

"My thought exactly." Kogoro agreed.

They watched as the man took a step toward Renin. The two exchanged a few words which they couldn't quite pick up. What happened next left the three of them a bit confused. Chef Renin grabbed one of the wheeled tables while following the mystery man through the back door.

"This case just keeps getting more complex by the second." Kogoro said.

Another minute passed as they continued looking on. Chef Yuki headed over to the back door as well, opening it to find a large tray table sitting alone out there with a white sheet over it. He quickly pulled it in, closing the door after doing so.

"This must be the part where he came back out to rejoin the rest of us." Kogoro said.

"There's way to many loose ends," Dick stated. "I think it's time we had another word with Mr. Yuki."

Ninzaburo approached which caused the three to look his way.

"How much longer until we can start releasing some people," Ninzaburo asked. "A lot of them are becoming rather impatient."

"They'll have to hold off a little longer," Juzo replied. "Go and fetch Chef Yuki, I would like to have another word with him."

"Right away." Ninzaburo said with a nod.

The three of them waited for him to return, Yuki walking at his side once he did.

"You wanted to see me inspector?"

"Come have a look here," Juzo instructed. "Would you happen to know who this man is?"

Yuki came to a stop once getting a visual of the screen, watching as Inspector Megure froze the tape once reaching a certain point.

"Do you know who that is?" Juzo asked.

"Of course I do," Chef Yuki confirmed. "That's Eldo Seaumour, he's the guy who handles all the wide spread stuff."

"What do you mean by that?" Kogoro asked.

"For awhile now we've been wanting to expand the company grounds," Yuki replied. "Not only having Sea Top here in Tokyo, but throughout all Japan."

"So what was he doing here today," Dick asked. "Do you know what he said to Mr. Renin before the two of them walked out through that back door?"

"I was to busy cleaning up the counters to really pay attention to what either of them were talking about," Yuki replied. "The only time I looked away from what I was doing was when Mr. Seaumour spoke directly to me."

"What did he say to you?" Kogoro asked.

"We were out of a few ingredients in the kitchen, so he took one of the tables out back to refill on some things." Yuki replied.

"Did you find this to be strange," Juzo asked. "Was that something Mr. Seaumour usually did on a normal basis?"

"No, that was the first time he's ever done that," Chef Yuki answered. "I asked him why he couldn't just bring in the extra needed supplies, but he said it would be to heavy to carry."

"Then what happened, did you hear any noise out back?" Juzo asked.

He shook his head from side to side in response.

"It was dead silent," Chef Yuki stated. "Wait..... I do remember hearing something, the sound of something loading up."

"Do you mean like an engine?" Dick asked.

"Perhaps."

"So when did you decide to open the door?" Kogoro questioned.

"I waited for a little under a minute, that's when I opened it to find the table sitting there," Chef Yuki confirmed. "I just assumed he had already loaded everything I needed for the show."

"So that’s the last time you saw him alive." Juzo said.

"I swear I had nothing to do with it," Yuki said. "I was just as surprised as anyone when his body was first discovered under that sheet."

"Tell us what you know about this," Dick said stepping up to him. "I found this handkerchief near the dumpster out back, do you happen to know who it belongs to?"

He gave it a seconds look, nodding his head in response.

"That belongs to Renin, no doubt about it."

Dick handed it over to Inspector Megure who then gave it to one of the other officers.

"Take this to the lab," Juzo instructed. "I want a full examination on it, check for anything you can find."

"Yes sir."

"We still don't have enough evidence to charge anyone," Ninzaburo said. "I think our best bet would be to ask everyone what they saw during the time leading up to the murder."

"With any luck we’ll gain something that might get us one step closer to solving this thing." Kogoro said in agreement.

"Mr. Yuki if you don't mind, could you try getting ahold of Eldo," Juzo asked. "I'd like to have a word with him as well."

"Right away."

They made their way back over to the others to find most everyone had taken a seat around the tables. Juzo quickly gained their attention with a loud whistle, everyone looking over to face him.

"We’re just about done; we only have a few last questions to ask." Juzo said.

"Mr. Seaumour dropped by not to long ago," Kogoro said looking over at Bik and Fredreck. "Did either of you happen to see him?"

"I had no idea he was stopping by today." Bik replied.

"Nor did I," Fredreck said. "Does this have something to do with the case?"

"We checked the cameras that covered the back door," Kogoro informed. "He was the last one seen with Renin before his death."

"That's strange, I don't recall seeing him come through the front doors." Bik said.

"That's because he didn't," Ninzaburo informed. "He headed straight to the back of the building, if we could figure out exactly when that was it could really help out."

"Doesn't the tape already confirm that?" Kogoro questioned.

"Maybe, but who's to say he wasn't waiting outside the door for a short period?" Ninzaburo said.

"He does make a point." Kogoro thought.

There was absolutely nothing to find on him. She searched through numerous files only to come up with the same results every time. She turned in the chair to see him pacing back and forth. He stopped once noticing her eyes locked on him.

"So what's the verdict," Conan asked. "Were you able to find any additional information on Eldo Seaumour?"

There was no need to ask, the look in her eyes said it all. He made his way over to the side of the chair, taking a few moments to think.

"What now?" Ai asked.

"You don't come across many people who lack such little information, seems rather suspicious," Conan said. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's changed his name at some point in time."

"Would you like me to look into that possibility?"

"Don't bother," Conan replied. "By the time we get an answer it might not matter, besides we have enough as it is."

"We do?"

"Of course," Conan said as he reached down for his phone. "The lack of information on Seaumour is a red flag, I'm going to let Grayson know right away."

Everyone remained quiet while they patiently waited. He finally made his way over after trying to phone him several times.

"It's no use," Chef Yuki said. "Eldo is not answering his phone."

"What about a house phone," Juzo asked. "Did you try reaching him from that number as well?"

"Only to receive the same results," Yuki confirmed. "It's more than strange if you ask me, Seaumour almost always answers his phone unless he's meeting with someone."

"At this point it puts him at the top of our suspect list." Ninzaburo declared.

"Do you really think he would do it," Chef Yuki questioned. "He's all about making money, and since the time Renin joined Sea Top sales have been pretty stellar."

"I don't want to point fingers," Juzo stated. "But he was the last man seen with Renin before his death."

The three of them turned at the sound of someone coming to a stop from the side of them.

"About a minute ago I overheard you mention someone walking to the back of the restaurant instead of coming in through the front doors."

"Mrs. Kisaki, I didn't even notice you were here." Juzo said.

"That's right," Ninzaburo confirmed. "Did you happen to see who walked around the side of the building?"

"As a matter a fact I did."

"At about what time was that?" Juzo asked.

"I don't recall the exact time," Eri replied. "Kogoro might be able to, being the fact it happened at the same time he arrived."

He looked over at the sound of his name being spoken.

"Are you positive about that," Kogoro questioned. "I don't remember anyone walking next to me."

"He was a few feet behind you," Eri informed. "That's probably why you didn't take notice of him."

"If we showed you some video footage do you believe you could identify the man you saw?" Juzo asked.

"No doubt about it."

"Alright," Juzo said. "Ninzaburo can you go and grab the tape?"

"Right away."

Eri watched the tape once he brought it over, confirming the man she had seen was indeed Eldo Seaumour. He stood at the far side of the room, not wanting to be interrupted by any of the commotion that was going on. Once finished with his phone conversation he made his way back to their small little group.

"What were you doing over there," Kogoro whispered. "Another important call?"

"I guess you could say that," Dick replied. "So, did I miss anything?"

"Not much, the only thing we've been able to gather is the time Mr. Seaumour arrived," Kogoro replied. "Which happened to be at the same time as I did."

"Any idea on how he got here," Dick asked. "Did anyone happen to spot his car when he pulled in?"

"He didn't arrive in a car," Eri informed. "He came out of a bus that parked across the street at a bus stop."

"Very insightful of her," Dick thought. "But that still doesn't get us any closer to locking down our killer, though it does raise some questions."

"I have a scheduled appointment in forty five minutes," Fredreck said looking down at his watch. "Do you think it would be ok if I departed?"

"Not just yet," Juzo said. "I'd like to ask the three of you a few last questions."

"Go right ahead."

"Tell me Mr. Belmonta, how was your relationship with Renin?"

"A great one," Fredreck replied. "He was always a pleasure to be around."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Last week some time," Fredreck replied. "But I did just try calling him two minutes ago, he has yet to call me back of course."

"What about you Mrs. Sulak," Juzo questioned. "Putting your intent on getting the two of them back together, how did you feel about Mr. Renin when around him?"

"He was a very lively guy, being around him was always heartwarming."

Juzo then looked over at Anguó and Kaimeil.

"I think we know where the two of you stand on this whole ordeal." Juzo said.

"I'm really sorry for all of this," Anguó apologized. "I should have handled this whole thing differently."

A grin came upon his face, everything had finally slid into place.

"And just like that the culprit is revealed," Dick thought. "There's just one last thing I need to do."

He walked up to Ninzaburo side, whispering into his ear.

"I'll be right back," Dick said. "Make sure no one leaves, I know who the killer is."

"You do?" Ninzaburo asked in shock.

"As clear as day light," Dick confirmed. "Just make sure no one leaves."

"I'll see to it that's the case." Ninzaburo said.

With that he took off running, speeding past the kitchen doors.

"Grayson where are you going?!" Kogoro called out.

"What's he up to now?" Juzo questioned.

"Let's give him some time, I think he might be onto something." Ninzaburo said.

He returned minutes later, heading over to Ninzaburo's side to whisper something into his ear once more. He nodded his head in compliance, everyone watching as Ninzaburo walked out through the front doors.

"Where's he going?" Kaimeil asked.

"You'll know soon enough," Dick stated. "Let's get started shall we."

"Started, for what?" Anguó asked.

"I think it's time we put this whole thing to rest," Dick began. "I know who killed Renin, the why is the only unanswered factor."

"Who was the one to kill him," Eri asked. "Was it Eldo Seaumour?"

"Bingo," Dick remarked with the snap of his finger. "You're halfway there."

"What do you mean she's halfway there," Kogoro questioned. "Did he do it or not?"

"I'll skip all the small talk and dive right into it," Dick said. "The culprit actually had a partner in their little scheme."

"A partner," Bik said looking at those that surrounded her. "Are you saying it's one of us?"

"That's right," Dick pointed. "And it's you.... Fred Belmonta."

"What," Fredreck exclaimed. "How can you say I had something to do with this, I didn't arrive until after he was killed!"

"He has a point," Juzo said. "Surely you have evidence to back your claims."

"At first I couldn't understand the gloves and coat," Dick continued. "But it all makes sense now."

"What does his gloves and coat have to do with anything?" Kogoro asked.

"Tell me Kaimeil, have you ever seen Fredreck and Eldo together?" Dick asked.

She took a few moments to think about his question, shaking her head from side to side.

"No, I haven't."

"What about you Mrs. Sulak?"

Bik gave him the same response.

"I hardly see what this has to do with the death of Mr. Renin." Fredreck said.

"You said the last time you spoke with Renin was a few days ago," Dick stated. "I find that funny, because when we asked you that exact same question earlier you said you saw him this morning."

"That's right." Kogoro said.

"Get to the punch line already." Fredreck snapped.

"Hold your horses, I'm almost finished," Dick stated. "You also said you tried calling Eldo a few minutes ago, if that's true than that should be the last number you dialed correct?"

"So what if it is?"

"Could you try calling him once more?" Dick asked.

He did as he said, no one answering on the other end.

"He's not picking up," Fredreck said. "Is that enough for you?"

Dick didn't reply. A grin came back to his face as he waited. Everyone was confused by this, Inspector Megure deciding to take a few steps toward him.

"Are you done, or do you have actual proof?" Juzo asked.

Dick pointed at the entrance doors, everyone looking over as Ninzaburo walked back in with a phone in hand.

"It was where you said it would be." Ninzaburo stated.

"Hold on," Juzo said. "What's going on here?"

"I just had Officer Shiratori walk out to Fredreck's car," Dick informed. "All I asked him to do is look to see if he could find a ringing phone."

"And surely enough, I did." Ninzaburo said holding it up.

"If that's the case," Juzo said looking over at Fredreck. "That means...."

"That means Fredreck and Eldo are one in the same," Dick finished. "That's why Fredreck wore the coat and gloves, to make himself look more imposing than his alter ego."

"Incredible," Juzo remarked. "How were you able to figure that out?"

"It was the way he dressed, the way he spoke," Dick replied. "But I did have a little outside help from a certain detective, one you know quite well Inspector."

"And who might that be?"

"Shinichi Kudo," Dick replied. "He's the one who gave me a briefing on Mr. Belmonta, things just didn't add up."

"He always seems to find a way to help." Juzo thought to himself.

His fits clenched, glaring over at him as anger mounted up inside.

"But he arrived from taking a bus earlier," Eri pointed out. "If he truly is Eldo as well, where was his car hidden?"

"Far back behind this restaurant," Dick answered. "I found a small puddle of oil sitting in a corner, which says a vehicle had previously occupied that space."

"That would explain that sound I heard," Chef Yuki said. "It must have been the sound of his car taking off."

"Good thing you heard it," Dick stated. "That's what tipped me off."

"What about the murder weapon," Eri asked. "Do you happen to know where that is to?"

"I'm betting he has it hidden in his jacket somewhere." Kogoro said.

"So what do you say Fredreck," Dick asked with a taunting smirk. "Is that about a wrap?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 47

A Night at the Theater

After all the circles and turns it had finally come to an end. The grip to the sides of his coat strengthened, glaring over at him in disgust.

"We'll aren't you going to say something," Dick asked. "You must have a reason why you killed him, right?"

He was surrounded from all sides, there was no way out, and he knew it. He could only think of one thing to do. Out of desperation he tossed the coat onto the ground to reveal a butcher knife strapped upon his belt.

"Don't do anything you'll regret, it's over." Juzo said.

"That's where you're wrong," Fredreck spat with the swing of the knife. "I'm leaving, and I'm taking her as my hostage!"

He darted toward Eri who froze in place, everything seemingly going blank within that one second.

"Gotta get to her, and fast!" Kogoro thought.

By the time he took his first step it was already to late, everyone watching in shock as Fredreck's body glided to the ground. Dick stood over him, looking directly over at Ninzaburo who hurried over.

"I gave him a strike to his lower neck, he should be ok," Dick stated. "You can check his pulse if you don't believe me."

Ninzaburo did just that, leaning down in the process. Kogoro stood a few feet away, his eyes still wide from what he had seen.

"He was at least twenty feet away, how did he get there before me?" Kogoro muttered to himself.

He checked for a pulse, looking over at Inspector Megure after doing so.

"He's ok, just unconscious." Ninzaburo informed.

"Good, now let's take him down to the station," Juzo said. "The sooner he's there the better, we've had enough drama as it is."

He felt a hand touch down onto his left shoulder, turning around to see the accepting smile on her face.

"Thank you," Eri thanked. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't intervened."

"Anytime, I'm just glad no one else was hurt." Dick said.

"How were you able to take him down like that," Eri asked. "I remember seeing him running toward me, then you were there."

"I guess my former time as a police officer has its benefits," Dick replied. "That coupled in with a little reaction time would explain."

The two of them looked to the left to see Kogoro slowly approaching.

"Are you ok?" Kogoro asked.

"I'm fine," Eri replied. "Good thing someone was looking out for me."

"Hey, hold on a minute," Kogoro said noticing a shift in her tone. "I was going to jump in, Grayson here just managed to get there before I could."

"Is that so," Eri said. "Because if I can recall you were standing stiff from my view."

"That's not true!" Kogoro stomped.

"Let's just drop it, you're already causing a scene as it is." Eri said looking away.

Kogoro muttered something as he looked into the opposite direction. Dick took a step back, looking from one to the other.

"Why do I get the feeling I just walked in between something." Dick thought with a smile coming onto his face.

The entrance doors flew open as someone ran in, grabbing everyones attention. Two police officers followed shortly after.

"Sorry Inspector, he managed to get past us." One of the officers informed.

"Wait a minute, haven't I seen you before," Juzo asked. "You look familiar."

"That's Tim, you probably met him when we were at that party a few weeks ago," Kogoro said walking over. "What are you doing here?"

"There's actually someone I'm supposed to meet," Tim replied. "And when I saw what was going on from outside I came in to make sure everything was ok."

"Who are you supposed to be meeting with?" Kogoro asked.

"That would be me." Dick answered joining them.

"You two know each other?" Kogoro questioned.

"Of course we do, we're brothers," Tim informed. "He flew down from Gotham nearly a week ago to come see how I'm doing."

"I guess it's a small world as they say."

"Eri," Tim said recognizing the sound of her voice. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Today's been filled with the unexpected," Eri said. "So what are you doing here, did the two of you plan on watching the cook out?"

"A cook out," Tim questioned. "There was going to be a cook out here?"

"That is until the murder occurred." Eri confirmed.

Ninzaburo made his way over with Kaimeil walking at his side.

"Megure now that everything has been cleared, will it be ok for us to start releasing everyone?" Ninzaburo asked.

"I have to get to that meeting Fredreck was supposed to attend," Kaimeil stated. "If I don't go now I'm not sure I'll be able to make it on time."

"You're free to go," Juzo said. "Everyone is for that matter, this case has been closed."

"I guess we'll be leaving as well," Dick said. "It was a pleasure working with you and your unit Megure, maybe I'll see you around some time."

"I'd like that," Juzo said. "And if you happen to see him, give Kudo my best."

Dick nodded.

"Will do," Dick said with a turn. "Come on Tim, I'm sure there's plenty of other places we can go to talk."

"Later Eri, to you as well Kogoro," Tim said before following after him. "Who knows, maybe we'll bump into each other again soon."

She watched as the two of them walked out, a smile sliding across her lips.

"I look forward to that." Eri thought.

He kicked the ball along as he walked, feeling the breeze as a speeding car past by. He kicked the ball into his arms once reaching the stairwell

"Home sweet home." Conan said before making his way up.

Once arriving into the room he closed the door behind him. Conan looked across the room to see the TV had been left on. He walked over to check the news listings which were flying in every second.

"Doesn't look like there's anything to alarming to see," Conan thought as the highlights of a car chase were shown. "I should probably give Dick a call, who knows how that case may have turned out."

He tossed the ball into one of the corners, feeling the relief on his shoulders after removing his bag.

"There you are."

Conan spun around to see Ran step out of her room.

"Where have you been," Ran asked. "I was almost sure you would get here before I did."

"I was at Agasa's," Conan replied. "He showed me a little something on his computer."

"Were your friends there with you?"

"They actually went home right after school," Conan replied. "So it was only Agasa, Haibara, and myself."

"You can turn the channel if you want, my show doesn't come on for another two hours."

"That's ok, there's nothing on that interests me at the moment." Conan said.

"Guess that makes the two of us." Ran said while reaching for the remote.

She shut the TV off before walking back into her room. Conan did the same, dragging his bag along as he opened the door to his room. He dropped his bag onto the bed once in, pulling his phone out after doing so.

"Now to see how things are going at that restaurant."

He had finally decided on a pair, looking them over one last time before taking them up to the register. After paying he walked out past the sliding doors at the front of the store.

"Now where did he run off to?"

He turned to his left to see him standing under a tree with his phone by his ear. He walked over to join him in that next second.

"Great timing," Dick said removing the phone from his ear. "Just finished."

"Who was that you were talking with?" Tim asked.

"It was Conan," Dick replied. "He wanted to know what happened in regards to the murder of Mr. Renin."

"So I see you got the chance to meet detective Mouri," Tim said. "How was it working with him?"

"I enjoyed it," Dick replied. "Not just just him, but with everyone involved in the case."

"I thought you might."

"So what's in the bag?" Dick asked looking down at his side.

"Just a pair of shoes for gym class," Tim replied. "The ones I've been using are a little worn out, and since there's a school cross meeting this Friday I decided to buy a new pair."

"What kind of meeting." Dick asked.

"Track and field is what I signed up for," Tim replied. "Of course that's not all that will be held."

"That would explain the shoes."

"You said you wanted to talk to me about Salvonte," Tim reminded. "I'm ready to hear what you had in mind."

"Here's the deal," Dick began. "I want you to go and talk with him again, but this time keep anything business related out of the discussion."

"Why," Tim questioned. "Isn't that the point of me going to see him?"

"True, but that's not how we're going to play this," Dick said. "All you need to do is find out a little more about him, maybe even tell him some stuff about yourself he might not know."

"So, you want me to raise the comfort level between us?"

"You hit it right on the money," Dick confirmed. "And with time maybe he'll see you as more than just a friend, someone he could do business with."

"Giving us just that much more room to feel around."

"You catch on fast." Dick said not surprised in the least.

"It's a risky move," Tim said. "But we are running low on options as it is, not to mention not knowing when this merger is supposed to occur."

"Bruce has come up empty just as we have," Dick informed. "This might be our only way in."

"As much as I am against this idea, he might just be right."

The day had come and gone, the night bringing a clouded sky. He glimpsed over at the clock upon his desk which ticked past nine, feeling the urge to close his eyes. A knock could be heard from the other side of the door, snapping him out of his little doze.

"It's unlocked, you can come right on in."

The door slowly opened in the next few moments.

"It's been a couple days now," Ginzo said walking in. "We have everything set up just as planned, yet Kaitou Kid has chosen not to show up."

"And why do you think that is?" Juzo asked.

This left him a little lost for words.

"I don't know," Ginzo finally replied. "There's something different about him."

"You mean the fact he's resulted to more lethal measures?"

"Even before that," Ginzo said. "For the past few months he hasn't been the same, I'm starting to get the feeling he's planning something, something we won't be expecting."

"Well if he's not going to take the bait, then how do you propose we catch him?"

"I'm still working on it," Ginzo replied. "But rest assured we will catch him."

"Let's try and make it soon rather than later."

"No worries Inspector Megure," Ginzo stated. "I'll have this wrapped up before the end of the week."

With that Ginzo headed out the door. This left Megure in the silence of the room like he had been for the previous hour. He began sorting out the papers that laid upon his desk, looking toward the door once more to hear someone approaching.

"What now?"

The door flew open to reveal Officer Takagi who quickly made his way over to the desk.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Who told you that?" Juzo asked.

The door slammed shut from behind, causing the two of them to look in that direction.

"Oh, it's just you," Juzo said sitting up from the chair. "I take it you're the one who orchestrated this little meeting?"

"Correct you are Inspector," Red Robin said stepping away from the door. "How much have you been able to gain from that last killing, any possible locations you think the culprit will strike next?"

"I was hoping you would have a possible lead," Juzo said. "There's not much we've been able to come up with from what we have."

"That's the way they want it," Red Robin said. "This whole thing seems to be a game to them."

"If this is truly a game, wouldn't they leave something behind," Wataru questioned. "Something to keep us guessing?"

"The clues lie within the deaths themselves," Red Robin pointed out. "I've been giving some thought to the latest killing."

"And what have you been able to come up with?" Juzo asked.

"According to the report given, the latest police officer was killed via drowning," Red Robin began. "This is an eye opener considering the change in tactic."

"But there was still a cut on the body," Wataru said. "Why cut someone if they're already dead?"

"Simple," Red Robin replied. "To represent a landmark, the culprit intentionally did this to give us a clue as to where they will strike next."

"Please explain," Juzo said. "I'm not so sure I follow?"

"There's a water park that opens up this weekend down town," Red Robin informed. "The way our last victim was killed coupled in with that slash mark upon his chest might be pointing to that very location."

"Great work," Juzo commented. "I'll have my men on the look out."

"I wouldn't jump the gun just yet."

"What do you mean?" Wataru asked.

"That only answers part of the riddle," Red Robin replied. "I've yet to find out what the number nine represents."

"I thought you said it had something to do with a countdown." Juzo stated.

"As a whole, yes," Red Robin said. "I also believe that each number individually left behind at each scene represents something, maybe even a hint to the next murder to occur."

"We're currently at nine," Wataru said. "What do you think will happen if we reach zero?"

"The finale," Red Robin replied. "And I don't plan on us reaching that point."

"I don't like the sound of that." Wataru thought.

He made his way over to the window, stopping before reaching it to glimpse back at the two.

"I think we should find a more discreet place to meet from here on out," Red Robin said. "This way we can avoid any possible run ins with anyone walking throughout the station."

"Good idea." Juzo said in agreement.

"I'll let you know when I come up with a location," Red Robin said turning for the window. "Not to mention, there's someone I want you both to meet."

"Someone you want us to meet?" Wataru questioned.

"Until next time." Red Robin said before jumping out of the window.

"I wonder what that was about." Juzo said.

"Any idea who he wants us to meet," Wataru asked. "Maybe the rumor about him and Kid working together are true."

"Time will only tell," Juzo said. "Remember, we keep this whole thing between the two of us."

"Understood."

The next morning brought a strong wind which glided throughout the streets, speeding past any standing trees. Everything seemed to flow at a quick pace from the morning up the till afternoon. The final bell of the school day rang loud to their ears. Conan was one of the first to leave the classroom. The rest of his friends caught up to him once arriving outside.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Genta called out.

"I guess I got a little spaced out." Conan replied.

"So how's tomorrow sound," Mitsuhiko asked. "Did the two of you find out if you can go to the movie Wednesday?"

"It's ok with my parents." Ayumi said.

"My dad is taking me in for an appointment after school tomorrow," Genta informed. "So I was thinking maybe we could go and see the movie tonight."

Mitsuhiko stepped back while rubbing the top of his head. He took a few seconds to give it some thought.

"Well none of us have any homework," Mitsuhiko said. "So I don't see why not."

"I guess that's means we'll have to ask our parents if it's ok." Ayumi said.

"Where should we meet if we're clear to go?" Genta asked.

"Conan's of course," Mitsuhiko declared. "He lives the closest to the theater after all."

"Then let's hurry," Genta stated. "Who knows how many showings are scheduled for tonight."

"See you guys later." Mitsuhiko said taking off as well.

Ayumi did the same, leaving Conan and Ai the lone two still standing there. He turned to face her after the others cleared out.

"Do you still plan on coming?" Conan asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He couldn't help but smile at how direct she was with her response.

"I guess I'll see you then." Conan said before turning to head home.

He found himself gazing up at the clouds as he walked, admiring the many different shapes and sizes. He arrived back at the detective agency not long after. He pushed the front door open to find Ran sitting at the table with a pencil in hand. It was quiet, more quiet than he expected for this time of day.

"I wonder what's going on here."

He slowly made his way over to her side, looking down at the table to see a text book and a spiral note book at the right of it.

"Hi Ran," Conan said getting her attention. "What are you working on?"

"Preparing myself for tomorrows math test," Ran replied. "How was school today?"

"The usual," Conan replied. "The day went by pretty fast for a Tuesday."

"That's good."

Conan placed his bag to the side as he took a seat next to her, smiling as he did.

"Would you like some tips," Conan asked. "Note taking is my expertise, especially when it involves math."

"Thanks for offering Conan," Ran said smilingly. "But I'm afraid this might just be to complex for someone your age."

"Please," Conan plead. "I can almost assure you that you'll find my methods more than useful."

"Ok," Ran said in acceptance. "Show me these skills of yours."

"Watch closely," Conan said sliding the text book his way. "Every step is as important as the last."

Nearly an hour past as they went through his method of note taking, Ran carefully listening to him as she continued writing away.

"Thanks a lot Conan, I'll have to start taking notes like you do," Ran said. "Where did you learn how to take notes like this anyway?"

"Agasa gave me a few pointers about two months ago," Conan replied. "I've taken my notes just like this ever since."

The two of them turned at the sound of a knock coming at the door.

"I wonder who that could be?"

"I'll get it." Ran said while pushing up from her knees.

Conan watched as she opened the door to reveal the four of his friends standing on the other side.

"Are you still coming?" Mitsuhiko asked.

"Conan," Ran said looking over. "Where are you going?"

"To see a movie," Conan replied. "The Goats Medallion if I can recall."

"All that's left is the seven O'clock showing," Genta said. "Our parents won't let us go unless someone older goes with us."

"Why's that?" Ran asked.

"Because of how late it will be after it's over," Mitsuhiko replied. "I tried asking my sister but she's busy."

"Will you go with us Ran?" Ayumi asked.

"As much as I'd love to I can't," Ran replied. "I still have a full chapter to complete."

"Bummer," Genta said with the drop of his shoulders. "I guess we'll have to go another time."

"Don't give up hope just yet," Ran said. "Conan why don't you try asking Tim, I'm sure he'll be willing to take the five of you."

"That's a great idea!" Ayumi shouted.

"Let's hurry and get over there," Mitsuhiko said looking down at his watch. "The movie starts in an hour and forty five."

"He's right," Genta said. "We'll be late if we don't go now."

Conan quickly slid on his shoes, tieing the laces tightly before heading out the door along with his friends.

"Have fun and be safe." Ran said waving to the five of them as they walked down the stairwell.

"We will." Ayumi said waving back.

"Tim's not going to like this one bit."

They moved as quickly as they could, knowing the time was ticking away. Once arriving at the apartment complex Conan singled for all of them to come to a stop.

"What's wrong Conan?" Ayumi asked.

"You four stay here, I'll go up and ask him if he'll go with us." Conan stated.

"Why do we have to stay here?" Genta questioned.

"Yea," Mitsuhiko remarked in agreement. "Are you afraid he'll say no if we're with you?"

"It's not that," Conan said. "I'd just rather do it alone, I promise I won't be long, so stay here."

With that said Conan headed toward the doors. Once in he made his way over to the elevator. He entered only to be joined by three others. He arrived on the fourth floor shortly after, heading straight for his room.

"Let's hope he says yes."

That was his last thought, giving the door three firm knocks. The door slid open moments later, Tim glimpsing down to see him standing a few feet away.

"Just the guy I wanted to see," Tim said widening the door. "There's something important I need to talk to you about."

"Can we save it for later?" Conan asked.

"... Sure," Tim said with the lift of a brow. "So if you're not here to talk, then what are you here for?"

"It's a, well... can you take my friends and I to go see a movie," Conan asked. "There parents won't let them go unless someone older goes along with us, I hate to bother you with this, but there's no one else available."

"No worries Shinichi, I'll take you guys," Tim said giving him an answer. "Besides I could use some time out of this room."

"Great, the others will be overjoyed."

"Hold on for a minute," Tim said. "I'm going to go throw on a light jacket, I heard it's supposed to get a little cool tonight."

"Take your time, I'll be right here waiting." Conan said leaning against the wall.

He waited in the same spot just like he said. Tim returned shortly after, locking the door before closing it.

"Where are the others?" Tim asked.

"Waiting for us outside," Conan replied. "I heard you showed up at Sea Top after Dick solved that case yesterday."

"We had a little talk after I bought a new set of shoes," Tim said. "He wants me to have another meet with Salvonte, which I plan on setting up soon."

"Is Dick going to help you set that up?"

"He's actually busy with an agenda of his own," Tim informed. "As of last night Dick has pin pointed four of Brutho's hideouts, if you want to call them that."

"Do we know which one he's staying at?" Conan asked.

Tim nodded, pushing down onto the button.

"If that's the case, then why not go in and hand him over to the police," Conan questioned. "That would leave us with only the Black Yangs and the White Tiger to deal with."

"It's not that simple."

The two of them entered the elevator with the doors closing behind.

"You cut off a demons head, another is surely to grow in it's place," Tim said putting it into perspective. "If we're going to rid ourselves of the Outworlders we'll have to do it in one massive blow, one little jab here and there won't do the trick."

"How do we plan on doing that," Conan asked. "It's not like we can take them all on at the same time."

"That's not the plan," Tim stated, "We're going to hit them where it hurts, there will be no recovering if all goes right."

"Where do I fit into all of this?"

"You're going to be our stealth card." Tim replied.

"Sounds promising."

"I hope you've worked on your poker face, you'll be needing it," Tim informed. "Your next task will be dangerously fun, just the way you like it."

"Don't stop there, my interest level is only rising."

They reached the first floor, stepping out into the lobby.

"We'll have to put a cap on it for now, but we'll discuss matters further the next time you're over."

"I hate waiting." Conan mumbled.

They made their way out through the entrance doors to find the others standing over by the bus stop.

"Ha, I told you he'd be back in under ten minutes." Genta said.

"Hi Tim." Ayumi said waving up to him.

He smiled in return.

"It's good to see you all again," Tim said. "So what is it you guys plan on seeing?"

"The Goats Medallion," Mitsuhiko replied. "We have a little under an hour before it begins."

"The theater is not to far from here if I'm not mistaken, so there's no need to rush." Tim said as they began walking. "Anyone have an idea what this movie is going to be about?"

They kept conversation while they walked. He glimpsed back as they did, looking to see Ai straggling from behind.

"I wonder if she's always this quiet," Tim thought. "Or maybe she gets this way when someone she doesn't fully know is around."

They arrived at the movie theater within the next fifteen minutes. After paying for their tickets they were directed to head left, to room three.

"Looks like we came early enough," Genta said as they walked in. "There's still plenty of seats left."

"Let's sit in the mid section." Mitsuhiko suggested.

"I'd rather sit up in the right corner," Ayumi said in disagreement. "What do you think Conan?"

"The right corner it is." Conan said not wanting to get on her bad side.

Mitsuhiko shrugged this off as they made their way in that direction. Once there they all took a seat in the same general vicinity.

"Last chance," Tim said. "Are you sure none of you want anything to eat?"

"I had enough for dinner, that alone should hold me for the rest of the night." Genta replied.

"That would be a first." Conan thought to himself.

The lights above shut off minutes later, alerting them the movie was about to begin. Conan sat back with his hands rested to the back of his head, preparing himself for anything. It didn't take long for him to show his feeling toward the movie. Fifteen minutes in Conan could be seen shaking his head from one side to the other.

"This is beyond ridiculous."

It was bad, yet so humorous. That was the only thing that kept his eyes from closing. He didn't keep track of how long he had been sitting, all of his thoughts and focus taken over by what was on the screen. Then he felt it, something touching down onto his left shoulder. It was a warming feeling, causing him to ease back even further. He looked at his side to find her head rested upon his shoulder, her shallow breaths calming his tenseness.

".... Haibara."

He tried repositioning himself only to have her right hand fall upon his upper leg. He gasped out only to feel a nudge at his right arm.

"Didn't know you had it in you to play both sides of the fence," Tim jokingly whispered. "First Ran now Shiho, phew, wait till Dick hears about this."

"That's not true," Conan exclaimed. "And you know it."

"Shhh, I'm trying to watch the movie." Ayumi said glaring over at him.

"Yea Conan, we're trying to watch the movie." Tim said adding fuel to the fire.

"Out of all times, why did this have to happen tonight?"

Conan looked back to Ai once more, figuring out how he was going to move her without awakening her. Some times a little luck played into these situations, just like it would tonight. A loud scream echoed throughout the walls, captivating everyones attention in the theater. Ai's eyes immediately sprang open.

"Where did that come from?" Ayumi asked.

"Defiantly not from the movie." Mitsuhiko said as another scream could be heard.

"It's coming from inside the hall," Tim said jumping from his seat. "I want all of you to stay here, I'll be right back."

They watched as he took off.

"What if it's a murder?" Mitsuhiko questioned.

"Then we should follow after him," Genta said jumping from his seat as well. "We are the Detective Boys after all."

"Not to mention Tim may need our help." Ayumi added.

"Hurry, let's go!" Mitsuhiko instructed.

Conan shook his head as they took off.

"Sorry Tim, but we're not ones to just sit and wait for results." Conan said as he to headed for the door.

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 48

The Substitute

It was nearly pitch dark once he reached the hall, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.

"Someone must have shut off the lights," Tim thought while feeling his way around. "Maybe even all the electricity, I don't hear a single movie rolling in any of the rooms."

The same scream could be heard once more. What came to his ears next left an electrifying feeling throughout his body. One gun shot, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground.

"That doesn't sound good," Tim thought while racing into that direction. "What in the world is going on?"

Everything fell dead silent from that moment forward. He slowly pushed on, not wanting to alert any possible gunmen of his presence.The moon shined bright from a window above, lighting his way as he tip toed along. He kept his eyes lowered toward the ground as he walked, looking out for anyone who could be hurt or wounded. Sure enough he caught sight of someone laid out across the ground, kneeling down at their side to give them a look.

"They're breathing, that's good to know." Tim thought. "Better keep my ears peeled, there's no telling who could be lurking from my blind side."

The lighting was dim, but there was just enough of it for him to pin point where the ticket booth stood. He quietly made his way over, looking down to find someone laying beneath the counter. He dropped to a knee once more, giving them a soft tug. He received no response in return. He then reached for the neck to check for a pulse, feeling a warm wetness near their shoulder.

"She's alive, thankfully," Tim said removing his hand from the body. "The loss of blood must have put her under, she'll defiantly need medical attention."

Tim's head sprung up at the sound of someone stepping onto a pile of broken glass from behind. He spun around to see a dark figure standing a few feet away, catching sight of a gun pointed directly at him.

"Looks like I have the gunman locked in," Tim thought while reaching for a cord clamped into the wall. "Now to play a card, gotta make this quick if this is going to work."

Before either could make a move the sound of foot steps fast approaching caused the gunman to turn and run. Tim watched as they slid the gun into a gun holder strapped on their left leg.

"Tonight's your lucky night my good man, next time you won't be so fortunate." They spoke while coming to a stop.

"That voice... could it be," Tim thought. "Can't worry about that now, can't let them get away."

By the time Tim got to his feet it was already to late. The mystery man had already pulled a grappler of some kind out from their side, shooting it up toward the window. Tim could only watch as they successfully escaped.

"A cape....?"

That was the last thing he saw before the gunman vanished into the night. A bright light flashed onto the side of his face, causing him to swing his head around.

"Don't be alarmed, it's just us." Mitsuhiko said holding his wrist watch in place.

"I kinda had an idea you guys would follow along," Tim said. "Just thought it'd be sooner."

"We would have been here quicker, but Conan took us on a search for the fuse box." Ayumi informed.

"Did you happen to find it?" Tim asked.

"We sure did," Mitsuhiko replied. "It was way over by the back door exit."

"Did any of you try pushing the lever up?"

"We tried, but the electricity didn't come back on." Genta stated.

"And after hearing the gun fire I called the police," Conan informed. "Did you see what happened?"

He shook his head in response.

"No, I didn't see anything," Tim replied. "It was to dark, whoever did this must have run off before I got here."

"Are you sure you didn't see anything?" Conan asked.

"I'm positive, all I remember hearing is shots fired."

"Darn," Genta exclaimed. "How are we supposed to find whoever did this now, there's no telling where they could have gone to."

"We'll leave it to the police," Tim said looking away. "This is something they'll be more equipped to handle."

"He's right," Ayumi said. "There's not much we can do until the police analyze the scene, once they do we might be able to help based from their findings."

"Let's hope they get here soon," Genta said. "It wouldn't be good if the shooter came back, it's to dark in here to see."

Conan looked up at Tim while his friends continued to talk, noticing his eyes fixated toward the window above.

"I wonder what that's all about," Conan thought. "Did he see something he's not telling?"

It wasn't long after that everyone else who filled the theater made their way out as well. The sound of the sirens could be heard coming from up the street as they made their way toward the doors. Once out they stood along the side walk to wait for the incoming police cars.

"That was quick, I didn't expect them to arrive this fast." Mitsuhiko said.

"Do you think they'll find out who did this?" Ayumi asked.

"If they do I bet we don't find out until tomorrow some time," Mitsuhiko said. "Who knows, maybe it'll be in the morning paper."

"Good guess," Genta said. "I'll defiantly be giving it a look."

He had kept to himself from the time they arrived outside, watching as many different vehicles drove past. It didn't take long for Ai to take notice of this. He turned at the sound of her stopping at his side.

"Is everything alright," Ai asked. "You're usually more enthusiastic at a time like this."

"I'm fine," Conan said assured. "It's just.. the whole thing with the power being shut down, none of it's clean cut."

"You mean the fact we weren't able to switch the power back on?"

"Not just that," Conan said. "But how would someone be able to shut off the electricity, then seconds later be at the ticket booth to open fire?"

"Maybe there's more than one person we're dealing with." Ai said.

"Could be," Conan acknowledged. "And with Kogoro not here, I can't exactly go in to investigate without being kicked out."

"Looks like we've hit a roadblock."

"On more than one front." Conan added.

The police exited their cars shortly after. Conan looked over as they talked with a few of the bystanders, not recognizing any of the four officers.

"I guess I better get you kids home," Tim said. "Sorry your movie night got ruined."

"It's ok," Ayumi said. "We can always try again this weekend when things clear up."

"Only if we decide to go see something else." Conan thought.

"It looks like the police have everything under wraps," Tim said. "We should be good to go if you guys are ready."

"I guess there's no point in sticking around," Mitsuhiko said. "Maybe there's something good on TV I can catch before going to bed."

"That's the spirit," Tim said with a smile. "So who are we dropping off first?"

"Conan of course," Ayumi stated. "He lives the closest."

"Alright then," Tim said turning to walk. "Let's go before it gets any darker."

With that the six of them walked away from the theater. Conan continuously glimpsed back as they walked, doing so until the theater was out of view. The events that took place rested on his mind throughout the rest of the night, feeling there was something he'd missed.

The next morning brought a fast start. His eyes peaked open at the sound of a honking truck from outside. Still exhausted from the previous night, Conan slowly forced himself up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before stepping down onto the ground.

"I just know there's something I missed," Conan thought to himself. "After school I'm going to head back down to the theater, there's got to be a trick the gunmen used to shut off the electricity."

A knock came at the door just as he finished getting dressed. He grabbed his bag which laid in the corner of the room before opening the door to find Ran standing over him.

"Good morning." Conan said strapping the bag over his shoulders. "I thought you'd be gone by now, considering how late I got up."

"You didn't over sleep, there's still twenty minutes before class begins." Ran informed.

"How'd your chapter notes go," Conan asked. "Did you get finished?"

"As a matter a fact I did, thanks again for sharing your method with me," Ran said. "I'm sorry about your movie."

"You heard about what happened?"

"Tim told me," Ran informed. "He's actually outside waiting."

"For what?" Conan asked.

"We're walking to school together today," Ran replied. "He wanted to talk to you about something, that's why I knocked on your door to see if you were still here."

"Did he say what it was about?"

Ran shook her head in response.

"He didn't say."

"I wonder what it could be?"

"When you go down could you let him know I'll be a few more minutes?" Ran asked.

Conan nodded.

"Will do."

"Thanks Conan."

He headed out the front door after watching Ran walk into her room, quickly making his way down the stairs. It didn't take long for Conan to locate him, turning to his right to see him standing against the wall.

"Nice little cover up," Conan commented. "If you really wanted to talk to me you could have just called."

"I thought it would be better if we discussed this in person," Tim said. "It's about last night."

"Does this have something to do with what happened at the theater?"

"I lied to you when I said I didn't see anything," Tim admitted. "The truth is, I did get a glimpse of the gunman."

"Then how come you didn't just say so when I asked?"

"How he was dressed, the way he spoke," Tim began. ".... I think our mystery man is Kaitou Kid."

"What," Conan said in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"Not one hundred percent, it was pretty dark to say the least," Tim replied. "Didn't want to upset your friends, that's why I didn't tell you."

"Thanks, that's the last thing they needed to hear," Conan said. "So where do we go from here?"

"Simple, I'm going to track down Kid," Tim answered. "Then I'll know for sure if it was him I encountered last night."

"How do you plan on confirming anything by asking him," Conan questioned. "I don't see how that will help, being the fact he can simply deny being the one you saw."

"Don't worry, I know exactly what to do," Tim said assuringly. "The truth will reveal itself in the process."

"You seem to have a plan, so I'll leave it to you," Conan said. "What about that little task you had in mind for me in regards to Brutho?"

Before he could receive a response, the two turned at the sound of someone heading down the stairs. Ran appeared shortly after, smiling over at the two of them with a step forward.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Not at all," Tim said. "We just finished what we needed to say, perfect timing on your part."

"What were the two of you talking about anyway?" Ran asked out of curiosity.

"Wizards and Dungeons." Conan quickly replied.

"What's that?"

"Something you wouldn't be interested in," Tim replied while looking down at his watch. "We have less than fifteen minutes before class begins, we better get going before we're late."

"I guess that goes for me as well." Conan said.

"I have practice today, so I'll be a little late getting home," Ran said. "Try to hold off on eating anything, I'm going to fix dinner as soon as I get home."

"I won't." Conan promised.

"Good, I'll see you after school."

They parted ways from there, Conan heading in the opposite direction of the two. He paved his way along the roadside, wondering what the meaning of last nights attack meant. There was a lot to consider, but he had nothing to pin point why.

"Why was the theater chosen for the attack, and what message was the shooter trying to send," Conan thought. "They elected not to be seen, so that rules out framing if it's true the culprit isn't Kid."

This remained on his mind the whole way to school. It was very apparent as he entered the school premises, the three of them seeing the vague look on his face.

"Conan doesn't look so good, do you think he's sick?" Ayumi asked.

"I doubt it," Genta replied. "He's probably just upset because we didn't get to finish watching the movie last night."

"Wouldn't worry about it," Mitsuhiko said. "It's probably more on the lines of not being able to solve what happened last night."

They became quiet as he neared, smiling over at him to brighten the mood.

"Hey Conan, how's it going?!" Ayumi asked cheerfully.

"...Good, I guess," Conan replied. "Where's Haibara, I thought she'd be with you guys."

"I haven't seen her all morning." Mitsuhiko said looking around.

"Maybe she's not coming today." Genta said.

"You want me to give her a call?" Ayumi asked.

"No need to, I'm sure she's just running a little late," Conan replied. "Let's get to class, I'm sure she'll join us pretty soon."

"Last one there carries everyones bags after class." Genta declared before taking off.

"Sounds like a deal to me!" Mitsuhiko said running after him.

Ayumi did the same, leaving Conan standing alone.

"That was unexpected."

He accepted defeat, not interested in racing any of them to class.

The first period of the day seemed to go by quickly. Maybe it was due to the fact of having a substitute teacher who spent more than of class telling his life story.

"One down, three more to go."

He made his way to the locker room minutes later, changing into his gym clothes for the class period. Once doing so he closed the locker to find Argo standing at the left of him.

"Hey Tim, have you seen our sub for the day," Argo asked. "She's a real hottie."

"Another substitute?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just had a sub in my chemistry class," Tim replied. "This makes the second of the day."

"That must mean something," Argo stated. "Who knows, maybe it's a sign of something special to come."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't tell me you don't believe in fortune." Argo said before heading for the door.

"What does any of this have to do with fortune?" Tim asked following after him.

They arrived into the gym shortly after, having a seat in the center of the room along with everyone else. Five minutes passed while they sat in wait.

"Class should have started two minutes ago, where's our instructor?"

The wait finally came to an end moments later, the sound of a whistle being blown alerting everyone of her arrival.

"It's about time," Someone said from behind. "I was beginning to wonder if class got canceled or something."

She lowered the whistle from her mouth before making her way to the front of the room.

"I'm glad to see everyone made it to class on time."

"Except you." Argo mumbled.

"That will be five laps around the gym, anything else that comes from your mouth will be an additional three laps." She said looking his way.

"Who me?" Argo asked.

"That's seven laps."

Not another word came from his mouth, many of his classmates giggling as he made his way over to begin his rounds.

"Wow, she really means business."

"My name is Teia Njoo," She said introducing herself. "You can call me Ms. N for short."

"Are we running the mile today like we were scheduled to?" Airi asked with the raise of her hand.

"That has been scrapped from todays lesson," Ms. N replied. "We'll start off with your normal warm ups, if everyone participates we'll be looking at a relatively easy day, sound fair enough?"

"Best teacher ever." Sonoko said in response.

Unlike the previous day He waited outside of the classroom door for his friends to come out, anxious to return to the scene.

"Class went by fast today." Genta said walking out along with Ayumi and Mitsuhiko at his side.

"I don't know Genta," Mitsuhiko said with a pause. "It seemed to drag if you ask me, wouldn't you say Conan?"

"I was to busy working to really pay attention to the time," Conan replied. "I plan on heading back to the theater, do you guys want to come along?"

"I need to check in with my parents first." Genta said.

"As do I," Mitsuhiko said. "I'll meet you up there after I do."

"Shouldn't we go stop by Agasa's first," Ayumi questioned. "Ai never showed up for class."

"You guys can go ahead and do that," Conan said. "I really want to get back to the crime scene as soon as possible."

"I see what you're trying to pull," Genta said with the cross of his arms. "You just want to solve the case so you can take all the credit for yourself."

"If I don't go now there might not be anything left to uncover," Conan said denying his accusation. "Once the police feel they've found all they need, what makes you think they won't clean up the scene?"

Genta scratched the top of his head while giving some thought to what he said.

"I guess you have a point."

"Which is why I have to go now," Conan said. "If any you decide to come along, I'll see you there."

Over the past week he realized just how packed his locker was becoming. He reached in to maneuver his supplies, making room for yet another text book.

"I should really think about taking some of this stuff back to the apartment, next thing you know I won't even be able to fit a dime in here." Tim said closing the locker.

He turned to walk only to bump into Sonoko who stood in his path.

"What are you still doing here," Tim questioned. "School ended ten minutes ago."

"Are you always this late getting out?" Sonoko asked.

"Pretty much, it's not like I'm in a rush to get anywhere," Tim replied. "What about you, why are you still here?"

"We have another test coming up next Wednesday."

"And?"

"You're supposed to help me study remember?" Sonoko reminded.

"But it's going to be multiple choice," Tim said. "You should be able to pull a superb grade easy, you've actually been paying attention."

"Well obviously you haven't been, because only the first three pages of the test are multiple choice," Sonoko informed. "The four last pages are written responses."

"Guess I have been spacing out in class a little." Tim thought.

"So how does today sound," Sonoko asked. "I could follow you back to your place or you could come over my house, either way works."

"Yea... I actually have a lot on my plate for tonight."

"How about tomorrow?" Sonoko asked.

"The weekend would be better, that way we can be more flexible with the time."

"Good point." Sonoko said coming to an agreement.

The sound of the door to the teachers lounge flew open, causing the two of them to look over to see Ms. N heading their way.

"Just the person I was looking for," Teia said coming to a stop in front of the two. "I thought for sure you'd be gone by now."

"Why do you need to see me," Sonoko asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You did great in class today, both of you for that matter," Teia stated. "I was actually hoping you could contact a certain someone for me."

"Who do you need me to get ahold of?" Sonoko asked.

"Shinichi Kudo," Teia replied. "I did a little asking around amongst the other students and they said if anyone knew where to find him it would be you."

"Me?" Sonoko questioned surprised at this.

"Let me guess," Teia said with a smile. "Are you his girlfriend?"

"Oh gosh no," Sonoko firmly denied. "He is far from my type."

"Why do you need to speak with Shinichi," Tim asked stepping in. "Do you know him?"

"I met him three years ago at a library," Teia confirmed. "I heard he's become quite the detective."

"What do you need to talk to him about," Sonoko asked. "Is there something you need help with?"

"Just see if you can get ahold of him," Teia said. "Tell him to meet me at central park no later than noon tomorrow, let him know it's important."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you Ms. Suzuki, you don't know how much this means to me," Teia said turning to walk. "You two stay out of trouble now."

Tim's eyes narrowed, watching as she disappeared around the corner. He felt a slight nudge at his side seconds later.

"Tim, are you ok," Sonoko asked. "Is something bothering you?"

"It's nothing, just thinking."

"Well I'm going to go wait for Ran to finish with her karate session, if there's anyone who can get ahold of Shinichi it's her," Sonoko said. "Would you like to come along?"

"Can't, I have something I need to attend to."

It had hit past mid day. The traffic quickly begging to pick up just like it always did around this time. He walked with his hands rested in is pocket, looking upward to see the street light turn red. With that he made his way toward the other side. Just as he stepped onto the sidewalk he heard a loud honk, looking over to see a red car he had never seen before.

"Were they honking at me?"

The car slowly pulled up with the window in the passenger seat sliding down.

"Need a ride?" Dick asked from the drivers seat.

"When did you get this." Conan accepted while opening the door to get in.

"Rented it this morning," Dick replied. "Where to?"

"The theater," Conan answered. "I want to have another look at the crime scene, not sure if Tim told you what happened last night."

"Just got done driving past there, and let me be the first to say you're not getting in," Dick stated. "The place is packed; police, bystanders, newscasters, you name it."

"Great," Conan said sitting back with a huff. "I had a feeling that might happen."

"Any place else you'd like me to take you?"

"You could give me a ride to Agasa's," Conan replied. "Haibara didn't show up for class today, I think I better go check on her."

"Your wish is my command."

The light turned green moments later, allowing for them to move on. Dick reached over as they drove, flipping on the radio.

"Do you have a music station you like, or would you prefer to hear the news?"

"Anything works," Conan replied. "I'll let you decide."

He laid back in thought the rest of the ride there, occasionally looking out the window to gaze up at the sky.

"We're here." Dick said after parking.

Conan left his bag in the seat, locking the door before closing it. Surprisingly the gate was unlocked.

"Bet he's expecting you." Dick said.

"You might be right."

They made their way up to the door, giving the bell a ring before taking a step back. The door slid open not long after.

"Conan, I had an idea you would come," Hiroshi said. "I see you brought Grayson along as well."

"It's actually Dick who brought me," Conan corrected. "Where's Haibara, is she ok?"

"She woke up with a massive headache this morning which prompted her to stay home for the day," Hiroshi informed. "I was actually in the kitchen whipping up a batch of tea for her to drink."

"Where is she?" Conan asked.

"Laying on the couch," Hiroshi replied while stepping aside. "Come on in, we could use the company."

They took him up on his offer. Conan headed straight for the couch, arriving to find her laying on her back.

"You had everyone worried at school today you know," Conan stated. "Are you feeling any better than you did a few hours ago?"

"Still rather light headed, but I'm getting there,." Ai said while turning her head to face him.

"Well that's good to hear, just keep taking it easy."

The two looked over as Dick approached with a cup in his right hand.

"Time to ease up," Dick instructed. "Here's a little something for you to drink."

"I'm not very thirsty." Ai protested.

"Doctors orders." Dick countered.

She gave in, sitting up and taking the cup from his hand. Conan looked down at the sound of his phone ringing from within his pocket.

"Who's that?" Ai asked before taking a sip.

"This won't take long," Conan said before stepping aside. "I think I better take this."

He made his way over to the wall where he leaned, answering the call after doing so.

"Hey Tim, what's up?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"What do you mean?" Conan asked.

"It's a long story," Tim replied. "But I need you to tell me if you know a Teia Njoo."

".... That name doesn't ring a bell," Conan replied after giving it some thought. "Why do you ask."

"She was a substitute for gym class today, claimed she knows you."

"Is that so," Conan said becoming interested. "What did she say?"

"Teia wants to meet with you come noon of tomorrow."

"Why," Conan questioned. "I don't even know her."

"Not according to what she said."

"This whole thing seems shady, I think you should have a look into her file." Conan said.

"Already took the liberty of doing so," Tim informed. "A hard in depth look past the stuff on the surface."

"And what were you able to find?"

"Nothing, zilch," Tim replied. "There's defiantly something going on, and we need to find out what."

"No kidding."

"How soon can you be over?"

"Ten minutes," Conan replied. "Give me ten minutes."

"See you then."

Their conversation ended from there, Conan dropping his phone back into his pocket. Dick glimpsed over at him, seeing the slight distress in his face.

"Teia Njoo..," Conan thought while placing a hand over his chin. "Who is she?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 49

Reversed Set Up

He finally stepped away from the wall after standing there for over a minute, deciding to rejoin the others by the couch.

"Who was that you were talking with?" Dick asked.

"Tim wants us to meet him at the apartment." Conan replied.

"Did he say why?"

"I think it would be better if you heard it from him yourself," Conan replied. "It's about that certain surprise he's been hinting at all week."

"Is that so," Dick said playing along. "It's about time we found out what it was."

"He wants us over asap, so we better get going," Conan said before looking toward Ai. "I'll call you a little later to check up on your progress, hopefully you'll be well enough to go to school tomorrow."

"Nothing some good rest can't fix," Dick said. "Works every time I experience any headaches."

"Remember, I'm only a call away if you need anything." Conan said.

"You don't have to worry about me," Ai said laying back once more. "I'll be fine."

"Come on Conan, let's hit the road before rush hour begins," Dick said while looking down at his watch. "Which isn't to long from now."

"Didn't know we were in a rush." Conan said following him toward the front door.

"You're the one who said asap, remember?"

Hiroshi stepped in front of them just as they approached the door.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Sorry we had to cut our visit so short this time," Dick apologized. "But there's somewhere we need to be."

"When will I see the two of you again?"

"I'll try and be over after school tomorrow, pending anything that may come up." Conan replied.

"Bring Tim along if you're able, I want you all to see the improvements on the V-48." Hiroshi stated.

"The V-48," Dick questioned. "What is that again?"

"The metallic hand you saw me working with the other day," Hiroshi replied. "I'm sure you'll find the advancements most interesting."

"I look forward to seeing it," Dick said. "We'll try and stop by tomorrow some time."

With that the two of them made their way out. The doors to the car automatically unlocked as they approached. Once seated Dick glimpsed over at Conan who looked back in return.

"So what did he really tell you over the phone?" Dick asked.

"Some woman was looking for me up at the school today," Conan replied. "Says her name's Teia Njoo."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"She claims she knows me, except for the fact that I've never even heard her name up until today."

"Any idea what she wants with you?" Dick asked.

"He didn't say, only that she wants to meet me at noon tomorrow." Conan replied.

"Where at?"

"Don't know," Conan answered. "We'll have to ask Tim when we get there."

"Maybe you two are just over reacting," Dick said starting the engine. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

"He already ran a background check on her." Conan informed.

"And?"

"Let's just say Ms. Njoo doesn't have much to show for as far as records are concerned," Conan replied. "I'd say that's more than enough to be skeptical."

"I stand corrected," Dick said. "Now the question becomes, why would someone you've never met make something up like that?"

".. I don't know."

"Well don't you worry," Dick assured. "We'll have this figured out in no time."

"Between the three of us, I have no doubt we will."

They drove in silence for the first few minutes. As expected traffic had really picked up from earlier. Conan turned on the radio after they came upon a mini roadblock, switching through three stations before deciding on one.

"Looks like there's been a car accident." Dick said gazing ahead.

"Does it look bad?" Conan asked resting his hands behind his head.

"Not from this angle," Dick replied. "Nor does it look like anyone got hurt, so that's good."

After managing to get past the minor traffic jam, they cruised along the rest of the way there. It wasn't hard to find a parking space upon arriving, the lot being more than half clear. They locked the doors before closing them, quickly making their way through the front doors.

"What if it was you in my shoes," Conan asked as they came to a stop at the elevator. "How would you handle this whole ordeal?"

"Factoring in our different life styles, I'm sure it would be much different than what you would."

"Very true at that."

The elevator door slid open shortly after with the two of them stepping in. They made their way up to his room, knocking twice to have him open up in a matter of seconds.

"Not bad," Tim said inviting them in. "Didn't expect you guys to get here so fast."

"Could have been sooner," Conan said. "If it hadn't been for that street accident."

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Thankfully not," Dick replied. "So what's going on with this Teia girl, did she say why she wanted to meet with Conan?"

"It's not Conan she wants to meet with, but rather Shinichi," Tim corrected. "And to answer your question, no she didn't say why she wanted to meet with him about, only that it was important."

"Where does she want to meet?" Conan asked.

"Central Park," Tim replied. "So you're sure you've had no prior run in with this woman?"

"Positive," Conan said assuringly. "I would have remembered a name like that."

"Where did she say she met him?" Dick asked.

"A library."

"Sounds generic enough," Conan commented. "When you spoke with her, how did she seem?"

"What do you mean?" Tim asked

"What kind of vibe did you get from her," Conan clarified. "Did she seem calm, distressed maybe?"

"Good question," Tim said bringing a hand to his chin. "From what I can recall, she seemed at ease for the most part."

"So how are we going to play this," Conan asked. "Obviously I'm not going to meet with her, so there must be something you have planned up."

"To be fair we really don't know anything about Ms. Njoo, let alone what she hopes to accomplish," Tim said. "With that in mind, I think it would be best if we started from the ground up."

"From the ground up huh, what did you have in mind?" Dick asked.

Tim reached over onto the desk, handing a slip of paper to Dick who read over it.

"Let me guess," Dick said looking up. "This is the address to where Teia is staying."

"I want you to go check it out," Tim confirmed. "Conan and I will wait here, that lowers the chance of any suspicion if we're spotted."

"I know you two can find something to keep yourselves occupied while I'm gone," Dick said sticking the paper into his pocket. "I won't be gone long."

"My phone will be on, so keep us updated on anything you come across."

"You got it."

With that he left the room, closing the door behind him. Conan made his way toward the bed, jumping up to have a seat.

"Before I forget," Tim said looking his way. "Did you ever get the chance to head back to the theater."

"According to Dick the place was completely surrounded by the media along with anyone else who was curious about the whole thing," Conan replied. "I don't think I would have had much luck getting in."

"Not to mention trying to investigate," Tim added. "The scene's probably been altered by now."

"That to," Conan said in agreement. "Not to switch gears or anything, but you said there was something you wanted me to do in regards to the Outworlders."

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about it," Tim said. "It's jut something we don't have to worry about until Sunday."

"So what's going to be happening on that day?"

"They're having a little get together at some small inn called Branneys Den," Tim informed. "They've been importing some heavy goods from out of state, stocking whatever they have into one of their many registered hideouts."

"So what's the catch," Conan questioned. "Am I supposed sneak in or something, because I don't see it taking them very long to notice a small child hanging around."

"I already have something in mind," Tim said. "We'll be just fine."

"Last time we talked you said they had four places of operation," Conan said. "Have you been able to locate anymore since then?"

"Three to be exact," Tim confirmed. "They've been keeping busy for these past two days."

The room became quiet for the next few seconds, neither saying a word within that time.

"How far is Njoo's place from here?"

"About three miles," Tim replied. "It won't take him long to return if that's what you were wondering."

"What do you think he's going to do when he gets there?"

"Set up shop of course," Tim answered. "That gives us a better chance at finding out what's really going on."

Conan laid back, closing his eyes as he did. He occasionally opened them to glimpse over at his watch to check the time. Thirty minutes quickly passed by, which then turned into an hour. He sat back up with the adjust of his glasses, looking over to find Tim analyzing something that laid upon the desk.

"What's with the dorky goggles?"

"Explaining all its capabilities would take some time," Tim said shifting them up from his eyes. "I'm still trying to distinguish the affects of the components that were able to transform you."

"Isn't it a little dangerous to be doing that in here," Conan questioned. "What if you accidently repeat the process, who knows what would happen this time."

"It's all stuck in this container, I can assure you there's no risk in it getting free," Tim said. "Unless I unscrewed the top of course."

Conan gave his watch another look, turning on the TV as he continued to wait. It wasn't until another twenty minutes passed that the door opened.

"I see you guys left the door unlocked," Dick said walking in. "That's a first."

"What took you so long," Conan asked hopping down from the bedside. "I thought for sure you would be back in under an hour."

"I set up surveillance videos outside of her apartment, not to mention setting up four more around central park," Dick informed. "I even managed to hook a bug to Njoo's phone, any calls she makes from here on out we'll be able to listen in on."

"How were you able to do that without her seeing you?" Conan asked.

"Strangely enough, she wasn't there," Dick replied. "I even waited around awhile and she still didn't show up."

"And I doubt she's out grading papers," Tim said. "Being that she's a gym teacher."

"Don't you mean undercover gym teacher?" Conan asked.

"Either way works."

"It's getting late for a school night," Dick said catching sight of the time. "Only ten more minutes until seven, would you like a ride home Conan?"

"Sure," Conan accepted. "My bags still in the car on top of that."

"You coming back later?" Tim asked.

"Most likely not," Dick replied. "As soon as I drop Conan off I'm heading back to my place to make sure everything feeds back to me correctly."

"Call me if you gain anything of importance." Tim said.

"And you try to get some sleep tonight," Dick said with a nod. "You look like you could use some rest."

With that Conan and Dick made their way out. Once they arrived back to the car they rolled the windows up, feeling the cool chill of the night breeze.

"So what do you plan on doing once twelve hits tomorrow," Conan asked. "Do you plan sending someone else to meet her in my place?"

He shook his head from side to side while pulling out from the parking lot.

"I only plan on observing," Dick informed. "No action needs to be taken at this point, especially since we still don't know what her intent of this whole thing is."

"I guess he makes a good point."

The traffic had mellowed down by this time, making it easy for them to pave their way along the road. Before he knew it they found themselves parked just outside the agency.

"Thanks for the ride." Conan thanked before tossing his bag over his shoulders. "Whenever you get the chance, be sure to call me to tell me what happens."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

He closed the door on his way out, waving back to him before heading up the stairwell. Dick nodded, driving off as soon as he could no longer see him. He came to a stop once reaching the door, opening it to see Ran standing over the table.

"I was just about to call you," Ran said looking his way after hearing the sound of the door. "Dinner is just about ready."

"I knew I smelled something." Conan smilingly said.

It only got cooler as the night progressed, the sky darkening from clouds traveling in from far north. She sat in the darkness of the room, watching as the clock hit twelve. The phone rang seconds later just as expected. She reached over to answer it, standing to her feet as she did.

"So what's the verdict?"

"He'll be there," She said assuringly. "I had a talk with a classmate of his."

"Good."

"Is there anything else you need me to do, or is that all you require of my services?"

"Just make sure you're at the park, I'll see you then... Teia."

"Don't be late."

He nearly over slept, the sound of the door slamming in the other room being what awoke him.

"Saved by the door." Conan said slouchingly getting out of bed.

After dressing himself for the day he made his way into the bathroom where he brushed his teeth, washing his face after doing so.

"I have approximately twenty minutes until class begins," Conan said looking at his watch. "I didn't wake up as late as I had originally thought."

Conan grabbed his bag before heading out. On his way down the stairs he could hear him laughing from within the office.

"Somebody must be having a good start." Conan thought glimpsing in to see Kogoro at his desk.

Not even five seconds after arriving out onto the sidewalk that he heard a loud honk from his side. He turned to see a car pull up with the door swinging open.

"Get in."

"Dick, what are you doing here?" Conan questioned.

"I'll explain on the way."

"But I have school remember?"

"I had you excused," Dick informed. "Now get in will ya."

He tossed his bag into the back before hopping in, securely closing the door behind him.

"Is this about that woman who wants to meet with me?"

"It seems this whole thing has just gotten just that much more complex." Dick confirmed.

"More complex, that's usually never a good sign."

"Teia received a call from someone just after twelve last night," Dick informed. "It looks like our suspicions about this whole thing were well noted."

"Any idea who she was talking with?" Conan asked.

"Whoever was on the other line was using a voice changer of some kind," Dick said. "You could tell from the way they sounded."

"So why do you need my help," Conan questioned. "Couldn't you have just asked Tim."

"He already is," Dick stated. "After that call was made last night I was able to trace back to where it came from."

"Let me guess," Conan said. "Tim's on his way there as we speak."

"That's right."

"That must mean you're going to head up to central park," Conan said. "So where does that leave me."

"Hold on, we're almost there."

He turned to look out the window, wondering exactly where it was they were going. It didn't take long for him to realize just that.

"We're here." Dick said bringing the car to a stop.

"Why did you bring me to Central Park," Conan asked. "I thought you were going to come alone."

Dick reached into the back to grab a black bag, zipping it open to reveal two laptop computers.

"What are these for?"

"The one you will be using has all the camera footage linked to it," Dick replied. "It has four different angles that cover a one hundred yard radius."

"Sounds simple enough."

"Here, put this in your ear," Dick instructed. "You'll be able to contact me if you see anything out of the ordinary."

"What is it, some kind of communications codec piece?"

"You could call it that," Dick replied. "I'll be on a roof overlooking looking the whole park."

"How far out?"

"No more than two hundred yards," Dick answered. "Not to close, not to far."

He pulled the second computer from within the bag, stepping out from the car after doing so.

"If I'm going to be monitoring the surveillance videos, what will you be doing?"

"The computer I will be using is linked with Tim's communications system," Dick said holding it up. "With it I'll be able to watch everything that goes on around him, similar to that of a RTLS, a type of tracking system."

"That must mean he's suited up," Conan said. "And here I thought it was strictly a night job."

"Birds aren't nocturnal."

"Point taken."

"I'll contact you as soon as I get situated on the roof," Dick said. "In the meantime keep an eye on that camera footage, Teia should be here any time now."

"I thought she wasn't coming until after twelve," Conan said looking down at his watch. "That's not for another few hours."

"Trust me, she'll be here a lot sooner than that," Dick said. "Just keep your eyes peeled, you'll see what I mean."

He closed the door from there, disappearing after heading up a hill.

"He might be right," Conan thought to himself. "After all this isn't a normal meeting, she'll probably need time to set up whatever it is she plans on doing."

The temperature continued it's ascend as he made his way through the hot forest. He pushed past several hanging branches, avoiding any sharp edged ones. After over an hour of walking he finally came to a stop, looking down into a wide spread ditch to find a small facility.

"So this is where the call came from, seems secluded enough."

He took this time to give the surrounding area a look, locating three surveillance camera's which were located near the roof.

"This is defiantly not your ordinary business place."

He then directed his attention toward the path leading up to the entrance. It was faint, but he could see it. There was a noticeable margin of dirt laying across, hinting that the ground might have been tampered with. He then noticed separate stacks of leafs laying five yards apart from one another.

"Could be landmines, better be careful moving forward," Red Robin said. "This is a lot of security for an already well hidden location, what is this place exactly?"

He gave the area one last look, nothing else jumping out at him.

"Need to play this safe." Red Robin said pressing down to his ear piece.

It took a few seconds for him to receive a response, kneeling down behind a tree as he waited.

"Are you there yet?"

"I'm here alright," Red Robin confirmed. "I need your help pin pointing any explosives."

"Explosives," Dick questioned with a long pause. "I don't see any explosives near you, or anything for that matter."

"Try double checking the connection."

Moments of silence ensued. He peaked out from behind the tree to see the video cameras rotating from side to side. Figuring out how to get in was going to be tricky.

"I checked the wiring for connectivity," Dick finally radioed back. "Everything's a go, it must have something to do from your location."

"Wouldn't doubt it," Red Robin said. "They might have a jamming system sitting around somewhere, that would explain the signal problems."

"Good thing we're using boosted transmission, or we'd really be in for it."

"I'm going to let you go," Red Robin said. "I need to start figuring out a way to get in without being seen by those cameras."

"Is anyone inside?"

"Can't tell from here, but I'll keep you posted," Red Robin replied. "RR out."

Nearly an hour had passed since arriving at the park. He looked down at his watch which read fifteen after ten.

"Less than two hours until twelve," Conan thought. "I wonder how early Dick expects her to come."

His phone buzzed from where it laid at the side of him. He reached over to see he had two missed calls.

"Ayumi called, guess I better start thinking up something to explain my absence."

Just as he placed the phone back at his side someone appeared on the bottom left screen, a woman at that.

"Looks like we might be in business," Conan said sitting up. "I wonder if she's alone."

He continued to look on, watching as she dropped from one screen only to reappear on another. After a half minute of walking she came to a stop in front of a bench, deciding to have a seat.

"Hey Dick," Conan radioed. "We've got company."

"Yea, I can see her from here."

"Do you think it's Teia?"

"Can't be too sure." Dick replied.

"How did she get here, did you happen to see how she arrived?"

"Negative," Dick answered. "She must have caught the bus and walked the rest of the way here."

He watched her every move, noticing when she glimpsed down at her wrist.

"She's checking the time," Conan thought. "It's looking more and more likely that this is our girl."

After a little patience and some handy maneuvering he made his way past the first line of security. It was dark throughout the hall, prompting him to switch his cowl to night vision mode. As he walked forward he noticed many spider webs hanging around as well as something clamped on the lower side of the left wall. He kneeled down to see what it was.

"Motion censors, how original."

He stood back to his feet, taking a deep breath as he pinned himself up against the wall. With the close of his eyes he side flipped over it, landing to the other side with a light tap.

"So far so good," Red Robin said. "Good thing those censors were of low quality."

Everything seemed to intensify with each passing minute, keeping his binoculars tight in hand as he scoured the whole park from his position. She hadn't moved from where she sat. Only hour remained until noon, and they were still no closer to finding out what she had in mind. The sound of his ear piece ringing could be heard in the next second.

"What's up," Dick answered. "See anything note worthy from your end?"

"Besides a few bike riders and a jogger, nothing here," Conan replied. "What about you, have you seen anything from up there?"

"I've checked all other roof tops," Dick informed. "No one in sight, so that pretty much rules out a sniper unless they plan on striking from somewhere else."

"A tree could be a possibility."

"Thanks, I'll give all tree's in the surrounding area a look."

"Glad I could help."

The signal got stronger and stronger with each step taken, as did his suspicion. From the time arriving up until this point, he hadn't come across a single person. He came to a stop once reaching the room, peaking in to see a phone laying on a desk in the far right corner.

"That must be the phone the mystery man used to call Teia last night."

He slowly stood back to his feet, readying himself to head in. Just as he was about to take a step he noticed a wire at the right side of the wall inside the room. He then looked to the left to see the exact same thing.

"I wonder where these wires lead to."

It didn't take long for him to realize they were linked to a computer which also sat on the desk.

"Now I see what this is all about." Red Robin said with a smile.

He dropped to a knee while clicking down to his ear piece.

"Hey Dick, we've got a problem."

"What's wrong, don't tell me you haven't found where that call was made from."

"I have," Red Robin said. "That's not the problem."

"Then what is it," Dick asked. "Have you been sighted?"

"This whole thing was one big set up."

"Set up?"

"The room the call came from is wired," Red Robin informed. "If I hadn't noticed the wire this place would have went up in smoke."

"Are you sure?"

"There's no one here but me," Red Robin said. "That's the only thing that makes sense."

"Well if that's the case, then hurry and get out of there."

"Not yet."

"What do you mean not yet?" Dick questioned.

"Keep an eye on Teia," Red Robin said. "I'll see you soon."

"Wait, what do you plan on." Dick began only to be closed off.

He directed his attention toward the room once more, standing back up as he walked forward. He carefully stepped over the wire, slowly making his way toward the computer.

"Now it's my turn." Red Robin said taking a seat in the chair.

It was down to the last thirty minutes until twelve O'clock was to come. He watched as she reached into her purse to pull out her phone.

"Looks like we're finally making some headway." Conan said.

He couldn't tell what she was saying by just looking. The conversation only lasted for a few seconds. She stood up from the bench after hanging up, smiling as she walked toward the road.

"What's going on," Conan exclaimed. "Why is she leaving, it's not even twelve yet."

None of it made any sense. Why go through all the trouble of setting this all up only to leave before the planned time. Conan radioed Dick who didn't respond. He tried for a second time only to gain the same results.

"Why isn't he answering?"

Over five minutes passed as he continued to wait. He tried calling Tim as well, who also didn't answer. Just as he was about to get out, the driver door swung open with Dick hopping in.

"I tried calling you, how come you didn't answer?"

"Was to busy watching our suspect drive off." Dick replied.

"Did she take the bus?"

"Someone picked her up in a black car this time," Dick informed. "Unfortunately I wasn't able to get the license plate number."

"I wouldn't worry about it to much, let's not forget Tim's working from the other end."

"Well that's also a problem," Dick stated. "He's not answering."

"Why's that?"

"Not sure," Dick said. "The last thing he told me was that the facility he was in was wired to explode."

"You don't think that he..."

"Defiantly not," Dick replied. "If he didn't think he could handle the situation he would have left."

"So what now?"

"We go back to the base," Dick replied. "Tim said he'd see us soon, so I'm assuming that's where he'd want to meet."

"Good call."

Even though they had come up empty, they didn't let it bother them too much. Just like the previous day, they found themselves packed in yet another traffic jam. It took them an hour to finally break free of it. Once they reached the forest, he parked directly across the street by the roadside.

"Any idea why she might have left so early?" Conan asked as the two stepped out from the car.

"Bet it had something to do with that phone call," Dick said. "That might be a question we can't answer."

"Not yet anyway."

The two of them made their way down into the base, surprised to walk in to find Tim was already there.

"What took you guys so long?" Tim asked looking up from the computer.

"Heavy traffic," Dick replied. "How'd things go on your end."

"Let's just say things went out with a bang."

"You mean to tell me you tripped the wire," Dick asked. "I thought for sure you had everything under control."

"What if I told you it was intentional?"

"Why would you do that?" Conan asked.

"Like I told Dick before, this whole thing was a set up," Tim said. "I should have known from the moment I came across all those death traps, not to mention the many hanging spider webs which would suggest no one has been around much."

"Well if that's the case, wouldn't that mean they knew about the bug Dick planted on her phone," Conan asked. "That's the only way we would have found that facility in the first place."

"Right you are Shinichi."

"Now the question becomes who would know Conan would be smart enough to trace everything back to that place," Dick said. "And more importantly, why they want him dead."

"Why did you let that place explode anyway," Conan asked. "You could have just left undetected."

"That was the plan."

"So what happened that changed it?"

"I wanted to try and figure out who was behind all of this," Tim stated. "So I had a look in on the computer which was in the room."

"What were you able to find?" Dick asked.

"There were over ten thousand different networks hooked up to one server, including the computer I was on," Tim informed. "From what I can tell it was used for getting in contact with other groups or members for different tasks."

"What kind of tasks?" Conan asked.

"Drugs, money, paid hits, you name it."

"Sounds dangerous."

"Here's the fun part," Tim said with a grin. "I set up my own little virus within the main system, in a few months from now anyone who has or does have access to the network will find that their computer will internally implode on itself."

"Damaging their business for a period to come," Conan said with a clap. "Wow Tim, I'm impressed."

"What about the explosion," Dick asked stepping forward. "Why did you do that?"

"After installing the virus I tried hacking into the main file to see where everyone in the system was located," Tim stated. "An alarm went off in the room after a failed attempt was noted, luckily I escaped through a vent a few feet away from the door that lead to the sewer."

"That's what you call a narrow escape." Conan said.

"I even left the cowl and cape behind," Tim informed. "They might not find a body if they decide to search, but that should drop any suspicion of anyone surviving the explosion."

A brief silence filled the room, taking in the days events up to this point.

"That would explain why Teia left after receiving that call," Conan said. "Whoever was on the other line must have told her about the explosion."

"Now I see," Dick said. "They must have thought Kudo was the one to fall into their little trap."

"And they failed, because we reversed what they threw our way." Tim said.

"And we'll continue to do so," Conan added. "I'm going to head home, there's something I want to do."

"Would you like a ride?" Dick asked.

"Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll walk this one out."

"Suite yourself."

They watched as he left the room, the door sliding shut in the moments that passed. Dick looked back to Tim who had already found his attention back on the computer.

"You know leaving your cowl behind was a risky move right?"

"Yea, I know," Tim said. "But I wanted them to be assured no one escaped."

"But they thought it was Conan who was there, not you."

"I didn't know that at the time, It's something I didn't really think about," Tim said. "What about Teia, was anyone with her?"

"No, but I did see the car she left in," Dick replied. "Someone picked her up in a black car."

"What kind?" Tim asked.

"A Porsche," Dick answered. "A 356A Porsche if I'm not mistaken."

"You must be good with your cars," Tim commented. "Because I wouldn't even be able to begin to give you the names of certain brands when we go past the main name."

"What do you have planned for tomorrow?" Dick asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"I thought it would be a good time for you to go and give Salvonte a visit."

"Might have to hold off on that," Tim said. "I'll be getting off school a little later than usual."

"Why's that?"

"We're going on a field trip," Tim replied. "Other high schools are coming along as well, one of them being Ekoda High, so it should be make for an interesting day."

"Oh yea, you told me about that," Dick remembered. "That's why you bought those new shoes."

"What about you," Tim asked. "Anything planned for tomorrow."

"I'll find something to keep myself busy," Dick said heading for the door. "I always do."

"Where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment," Dick replied. "I have something to work on just like you."

"You plan on coming back later?"

Dick looked back at him one last time after stepping out past the door.

"We'll see."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 50

A Challenge

The traffic throughout the streets had drastically declined from thirty minutes prior. The vehicles that had been involved in the crash had been towed away which allowed for a clear path to drive. Conan made his way across the street after the light turned red, heading for the detective agency to see Kogoro step down from the stairwell.

"What are you doing here so quick," Kogoro asked. "Don't you still have forty five minutes until class gets out?"

"They let us go early."

"Is that so," Kogoro said. "I wonder why that is."

"There's been a... they're having teachers constructing day." Conan quickly came up with.

"Teachers constructing day," Kogoro questioned. "What is teachers constructing day?"

"It's where all the teachers come together to pitch new ideas on any upcoming tests or events," Conan replied. "Concerning all the students of course."

"Isn't that something they usually do on a teacher work day?" Kogoro asked narrowing his eyes.

"It's because... the test is tomorrow," Conan said. "They wanted to get together to discuss what they're going to include in it."

"I see." Kogoro said still skeptical on the matter.

"You can call the school if you don't believe me." Conan said with a slight gulp.

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just find it strange they'd let you out so early for something like that."

"Where are you heading off to?" Conan asked in hopes of changing the subject.

"To visit an old friend," Kogoro replied. "I won't be back until late tonight."

"Does Ran know about this?"

"I told her this morning before she went to school," Kogoro answered. "My phone will be on if there's any problems, so don't hesitate to call me if you need me."

"Of course."

"If the two of you go somewhere later make sure you lock the door," Kogoro instructed. "With all the crazy stuff that's been going on as of late, I don't want to take any chances."

Conan nodded in response. Kogoro then signaled for a cab which didn't take long for one to arrive. Conan watched as he drove off, breathing out in relief.

"That was close, I defiantly got away with one there," Conan thought. "It's not often he goes to visit an old friend out of the blue like this, I wonder what he could be going to see them about?"

After a few hours of sitting in front of the computer he finally decided to take a small break. He shut off the lights on his way out, checking to make sure he had his ID as he did. It was still relatively early, the clock hitting past five PM. With the amount of extra time on his hands he decided to head up to ROTI.

"Would you like me to wait here for your return?"

"I don't know how long this will take," Tim replied while handing the cab driver a sum of money. "You're free to go."

He closed the door after stepping out, immediately making his way toward the front entrance of the research facility. Once in he made his way over to the front desk which was located in the left corner.

"How may I help you?" The clerk asked from behind the desk.

"I was wondering if Bondo was around," Tim replied. "There's something I'd like to discuss with him."

"Anyone looking to speak with Mr. Salvonte must set up a meeting ahead of time," The clerk stated. "I'm sorry, but you are unable to speak with him until doing so."

"Could you at least tell him I stopped by," Tim asked. "I'd really appreciate that."

"You know him personally?"

"We met about a month ago," Tim confirmed. "Things have been pretty solid since."

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," He said reaching for the phone at the side of him. "What's your name by the way?"

"Just tell him it's the Wayne kid from Gotham," Tim replied. "He'll know who I am."

He stood in wait as a conversation ensued over the phone. It took less than a minute for it to come to an end.

"I'm sorry to say, but Mr. Salvonte is out of state right now," The clerk informed. "I can't directly reach him at this time."

"Do you know when he will be back?"

He shook his head from side to side.

"Sorry, but no," He replied. "You're free to stop by anytime, I'm sure he'll be back as soon as he can."

"Thanks for your time, Mr. Bennet," Tim said sighting his name tag. "I'll keep that in mind."

With that he made his way toward the exit.

"That little scenario turned out to be a lot quicker than I was expecting it to be," Tim thought to himself. "Didn't expect Bondo to be out of state, probably should have asked where he took off too."

It was something that laid in the back of his mind throughout the remainder of the day.

The night had come early with the emergence of thick dark clouds flowing in from the west. It was well past two that morning. He continued to wait at the table where he had been seated from the past hour. After a margin of silence the sound of the door cracking open alerted him of someone entering. He stood up from where he sat with an anxious look on his face.

"So..?"

"Njoo's idea worked as planned, there's nothing to worry about concerning our former problem," Gin replied closing the door softly. "He's dead Vodka."

"Are you sure," Vodka asked. "I'd like to be assured this time, considering how many times he's managed to survive our several kill attempts."

Gin pulled something from behind, an evil grin coming to his face as he held it out in front of him.

"I'd say his garments found at the site are a token for our assurance," Gin said revealing the cowl and cape. "It seems we've finally beaten the detective at his own game."

"Best news of the week," Vodka said in relief. "Now we can move forward with this next deal without worrying about his interference."

Gin made his way past him. Vodka looked over at him in confusion once Gin came to a stop in front of the fire place.

"Gin, what are you doing?"

"Just paying a little trivial to our old friend," Gin replied setting a fire. "It's about time he burned in hell."

With those last words he tossed the cape and cowl into the blazing flames, the two of them watching until there was nothing left of it.

"Farewell, detective."

The next day brought an early beginning for him, getting up much sooner than he usually did. After dressing himself for the day he made his way into the bathroom, heading out after brushing his teeth.

"It's awfully quiet," Conan thought as he dropped the bag over his shoulders. "I wonder if there is anyone here besides me."

He then made his way into the main room. Just as he thought, there was no one to but him. He looked down at his watch to check the time.

"I have about an hour until school begins," Conan said. "Surely Ran hasn't left already."

Conan made his way to the front of her room, giving it a few knocks before taking a step back. The door didn't open, nor did she answer from the other side. He tried knocking once more only to receive the same results.

"I wonder where she could be?"

Conan finally gave in after trying for a third time. He slid on his shoes which laid at the side of the wall before heading out the front door. On his way down the stairs he caught sight of Kogoro who was pacing back and forth in his office. After giving it a seconds thought he decided to walk in.

"First you were early getting home from school yesterday, and now you're going almost an hour early," Kogoro said. "Is there something going on up at your school again?"

"No, just another day," Conan replied with the shake of his head. "Have you seen Ran around by any chance, she didn't answer when I knocked on her door."

"That's because she left awhile ago."

"I wonder why that is, class doesn't start until another good fifty minutes."

"She said something about going on a field trip," Kogoro informed. "Is there something you needed?"

"No, just looking to say good morning," Conan replied. "On a side note, how'd your visit with your friend go yesterday?"

Before he could reply the phone on the desk began to ring. Kogoro waked over and answered it.

"Looks like that'll have to wait for another time." Conan thought while making his way out.

He continued down the stairs, arriving down at the sidewalk to find his friends waiting for him.

"What a surprise this is." Conan said more than glad to see them.

"It was kinda of weird not having either of you at school yesterday." Ayumi said.

"So you stayed home for a second time?" Conan asked looking Ai's way.

"I didn't feel well enough to go."

"What about you Conan," Genta asked. "Why weren't you at school yesterday?"

"To tell you the truth, I didn't feel to good myself," Conan replied. "I think it had something to do with how long I waited to eat the night before, woke up with a headache of my own."

"Well we're glad to have you both back," Mitsuhiko stated. "Now let's get going shall we?"

"Why did you guys come here," Conan asked as they began walking. "You could have just waited for me up at the school."

"We wanted to make sure you were ok and that you were coming today," Mitsuhiko said. "Lately you've had the tendency of not answering your phone, that's why we came over instead."

"Well I'm glad you did, it gives me someone to talk to on the way there," Conan said. "So, what did I miss yesterday?"

They past by one light to the next, continuing to make their way up and down the streets. He pushed up from where he sat, looking out the window to see some kind of event taking place in an open field not very far away.

"I wonder if we're almost there, we've been driving for over an hour now."

He turned on his phone which laid in his lap, checking to see if anyone had left a message since the last time it was on.

"No one has called since last night."

He looked up into the sky to see the clouds that had been clustered together earlier that morning were nowhere to be seen.

"Looks like whatever was brewing must have passed over."

Another solid minute of driving went by. The bus finally slowed down after passing a gas station, taking a right which lead them toward large facility which overlooked a lake in the near distance.

"Looks like we're finally here, bout time."

The bus came to a stop shortly after making it's way into the parking lot. He was the last one to come out, looking around to see at least fifteen other buses sitting throughout the lot. He followed close behind the other students who made their way to the front of the building, feeling a hand touch upon his left shoulder after taking a few steps forward.

"Did you enjoy the ride here?"

"Should have brought something along to read," Tim replied turning to face Ran. "What about yours?"

"Not much better than yours by the sounds of it."

"Where's Sonoko," Tim asked. "Didn't the two of you ride on the same bus?"

Ran pointed to the side of him. Tim turned to find Sonoko standing to the right of him.

"Did I hear someone call my name?"

"I had a feeling you'd be close," Tim said. "You never did tell me what you're participating in."

"Speech," Sonoko informed. "I've already practiced several times over on what I'm going to say."

"Speech huh," Tim said a little taken back by this. "I took you as someone who might get stage fright speaking in front of a large group."

"Then you had me figured wrong, I can handle the spot light just fine."

"What about you Ran," Tim asked. "What are you here for?"

"The same thing as Sonoko." Ran replied.

"Ten bucks says Sonoko talked her into that one." Tim thought to himself. "Ran never took me as a stage person either, or it just shows how much I know on the matter."

They made their way in through the front entrance, welcomed by the cool air from inside.

"You've gotten awfully quiet," Sonoko said. "Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing to worry about," Tim assured. "Just thinking is all."

"What about you," Ran asked. "You never did tell me what you would be taking part in."

"He's doing what most of the guys in school are competing in," Sonoko informed. "Running in a little track and field."

"And what's wrong with that?" Tim questioned.

"I never said anything was." Sonoko stated.

"That's strange, because I don't recall seeing a track when we arrived." Ran said

"I bet it's around back somewhere," Tim pointed. "That seems to be where more than half the students are going."

"I guess this is where we part ways." Ran said.

"Hopefully you two haven't gone by the time I get back, I'd really like to see what the two of you have to say."

"Just make sure you represent Teitan well by not coming in last." Sonoko said as he followed after the others.

"No need to worry there," Tim said looking back. "I rarely ever take last in anything I compete in."

"We'll see if that holds true," Sonoko said. "I'll be checking the chart to see the results later on."

He gave her the thumbs up before turning into the opposite direction. They took a right after making it to the end of the hall which lead to a steel door.

"I sure hope I'm going in the right direction."

It didn't take long for him to have an answer to his thought, arriving outside to find many gathered around large track.

"Looks like I arrived just in time," Tim said. "From the looks of it they should be starting anytime now."

Most everything beyond the track was nothing but open field and a few trees here and there in the far distance. Located to the left about a quarter mile up was the lake he had seen while on the bus. He stood in the same spot as he continued to observe the area, hearing his name called by a familiar voice.

"Aoko," Tim said turning to face her. "What a surprise this is."

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," Aoko said. "How have you been doing?"

"Busy would be the best answer," Tim replied. "But other than that I've been doing pretty good for the most part."

"Come with me, there's someone I want you to meet."

He followed her through the large group, wondering who it was she was taking him to see.

"He's right over there." Aoko pointed as they approached the track.

They could see him standing alone, stretching as he waited for everything to begin. He turned at the sound of them coming to a stop at his side.

"Allow me to introduce you to.."

"Tim."

"Kaito."

"You two know each other?" Aoko asked.

"Yea, we met at a museum over a month ago," Tim confirmed. "Isn't that right Kaito?"

"How could I forget," Kaito said. "That speech you gave about the arts was unforgettable to say the least."

"I've always had a way with words, it's something that runs in the family."

"I'm glad we have the opportunity to talk once more."

"I hate to interrupt," Aoko said stepping in between the two. "But I was wondering where Keiko ran off to."

"She left a few seconds after you did," Kaito informed. "She said she was going to go see if she could find a water fountain."

"I'm going to go find her," Aoko said turning to walk. "Will the two of you still be here?"

"I have a race to run," Kaito stated. "I'm not going anywhere."

With that she took off, leaving the two of them standing alone.

"So, you're running track just like me," Tim said with a smile. "Just out of curiosity, what's your time on the forty yard dash?"

"I landed a five three straight," Kaito replied. "And you?"

"Nice, you beat me by a few," Tim said. "Last time we recorded I ran a 5.502."

"Huh, looking at you I'd expect better."

"I could say the same for you." Tim said.

"Who says I was trying," Kaito stated. "I could have easily knocked off three additional seconds if I had wanted."

"I'd like to take you up on that."

"What are you proposing," Kaito asked. "Because if you ask me I'd say you are suggesting some kind of challenge."

"That's exactly what I was aiming for," Tim said. "Whoever finishes with a better time wins."

"What's the wager?" Kaito asked.

"The consequences for the loser will be decided after the race," Tim replied. "So what do you say, are you in?"

"Be prepared to eat my dust." Kaito replied.

"You mean that same dust created from the fire I'm going to burn you with after I pass you up?"

"Good counter," Kaito complimented. "Let's just see if your production on the track is as good as your mouth running capabilities."

"You won't disappointed."

While they continued to wait they stretched out their muscles, making sure everything was loosened out for the race.

"Haven't had any competitive fun like this in a long time," Tim thought. "Im going to enjoy this as much as I can."

After another minute of waiting a loud whistle could be heard, grabbing everyones attention who stood near the track.

"Alright everyone, can I have your attention?"

"I think that was already gained with the whistle." Kaito thought to himself.

"You can address me by Mr. Keian, I will be the one hosting all track activities," Mr. Keian informed. "We're going to begin with the boys, so if I could get six volunteers so we can get started on recording times."

Kaito and Tim both looked to one another.

"You ready?"

"Don't see how a few extra minutes are going to make me any readier." Kaito replied.

They were the first two to make it onto the track. Four others joined them shortly after.

"It looks like we're all ready to begin Mr. Keian." Kaito said.

"I take it you all know how to get set before a race?"

They all nodded in response.

"Good, now let us begin."

They lined up from there, watching as Mr. Keian walked forty yards up the track. Once there he held a timer out in front of him, the whistle resting in between his lips. Kaito and Tim glimpsed at one another for a last time, looking toward the ground in the seconds that followed. They cleared their minds from everything, waiting for the go ahead ring. The whistle was loud and clear, each runner sprinting off from there.

"No contest," Kaito thought passing by four of his competitors. "Only one man to beat."

Everything seemed to slow down as they closed in on the last fifteen yards, Kaito's head swayed to the side as the two of them neared the finish. It was no contest, they were clearly faster than those who competed against them.

"What happened," Kaito asked walking up to Mr. Keian after everyone had finished. "What were the times?"

"You and that other kid came in at a 4.3002 and a 4.3402." Mr. Keian replied.

"So which one of us came in first?" Kaito anxiously asked.

"Sorry to say, but your friend came in a little before you."

Kaito slowly turned around to find Tim standing a few feet away with a grin on his face. He made his way over with his shoulders slouching downward.

"You already knew, didn't you?"

"You could have beaten me you know."

"What do you mean?" Kaito asked.

"You got caught looking before we crossed the finish line," Tim replied. "Never look at the person at the side of you as you run, it can take away any momentum you may have."

"Thanks for the tip," Kaito thanked. "I guess it's time to pay my dividends, so what would you like in regard to our bet?"

"Give me a few minutes," Tim said savoring the victory. "I'll let you know as soon as I come up with something."

Kaito crossed his arms at this.

"I wonder what's taking Aoko so long, it shouldn't take that long to find Keiko."

Someone caught his attention from the other side of the track. He hadn't really noticed at first. He took a few steps forward to get a closer look. There was no doubt, it was clearly someone he had seen before.

"She looks so familiar, yet I can't quite remember where I saw her."

He turned to his left after feeling Kaito lean up against his shoulder with the use of his arm.

"I see you've finally come to a decision."

"What are you talking about?" Tim asked.

"Don't play dumb, I saw you eyeing her," Kaito pointed. "I could put in a word for you if you'd like."

"You know her?"

"Of course, she's a classmate of mine," Kaito replied. "Her names Akako."

"That's it," Tim thought. "That's where I remember seeing her, she's the girl I encountered in the subway when I was chasing after Kid."

"Hey Tim," Kaito said waving a hand past his eyes. "You still with me?"

"Yea, I guess I dosed off for a second," Tim said. "Must have something to do with the heat."

"Couldn't agree more, it's one hot day."

"To bad we can't go have a swim with the fishes over in that lake."

Kaito gulped at his comment. Tim immediately took notice of this.

"What's wrong," Tim asked. "You scared of taking a dip with the fishes?"

"It's been over five minutes and they're still not back," Kaito said changing the subject. "I think we should go see if we can find them."

"Right behind you captain."

The both of them headed toward the door once again, Tim glimpsing back at Akako one last time.

"Kaitou is not always an easy person to come across," Tim thought. "She could very well be my way of getting to him sooner rather than later."

It had been a relatively easy day in class, completing everything handed to him in a timely fashion. He finished the last paper assigned five minutes before the final bell of the day was to ring, giving him a little extra time to sit back and relax. He was one of the first to make it out with Ai walking at his side.

"You were noticeably quiet today," Conan said. "Are you sure you're feeling better?"

"I feel fine," Ai said. "Today was more solo projects anyway."

"Even then, you weren't as talkative when we were allowed to collaborate on certain problems."

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

"Never mind, just forget it." Conan said finally dropping the subject

"About yesterday, were you really feeling sick," Ai asked. "Or was there another reason why you didn't go to school?"

He wanted to tell her, but knew he couldn't. At least not until the right time presented itself.

"Like I said before, I was to ill to go," Conan replied. "If I had felt well enough to go I would have."

They pushed there way past the front doors of the schools, noticing there friends were nowhere to be seen.

"They're usually never this slow getting out," Conan said. "You want me to go back in and see what the hold up is?"

"I'll go," Ai said. "I wont be long."

Conan waited by the front doors, looking at his watch as he waited. The sound of a car honking over at him caught his attention, looking over to see Dick parked at the corner of the street.

"I wonder what he's doing here." Conan said before walking over.

The windows rolled down as he approached.

"Just the guy I was looking for," Dick said unlocking the doors. "Get in, there's something we need to discuss."

"But I'm waiting for my friends," Conan said. "I can't just run out on them."

"I'll give them a ride as well," Dick said. "Now that we've solved that little debate why don't you get in."

Conan took him up on his offer, opening the door to the passenger seat. He settled in, strapping the belt in place after doing so.

"So what's so important we need to talk about?"

"The next hit is tomorrow," Dick stated. "If we don't figure out the when and where someone else is going to die."

"The next hit," Conan questioned. "What next hit?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 51

Times Slipping

He didn't respond to his question. There was something from outside the window that grabbed his attention, taking his focus elsewhere.

"What's wrong?" Conan asked.

"You're friends are heading our way," Dick replied. "We'll have to put our conversation on hold until some time later."

He honked once they reached the sidewalk which instantly grabbing their attention.

"Who is that?" Genta asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine," Mitsuhiko said. "I've never seen him before."

"Are you sure he was honking at us?" Ayumi questioned.

"His names Grayson," Ai informed walking past the three. "He's probably just trying to offer us a ride."

"Oh really," Mitsuhiko said. "When did you meet him?"

"A few days ago." Ai replied before walking forward.

"Do you think Conan is with him," Ayumi asked. "I don't see him anywhere."

"And I doubt he would have left without saying something." Mitsuhiko said looking around as well.

They watched as Ai opened the back door to the car before jumping in. The three of them looked to one another, deciding to follow after her. They piled into the back with Mitsuhiko being the one to close the door after being the last one to get in.

"What took you guys so long," Conan asked looking back at them from the front seat. "Was the hall that crowded?"

"We were actually looking for you." Genta said.

"We looked all over." Ayumi added.

"Never mind that, there's someone I'd like you to meet," Conan said. "His names Dick Grayson."

"Nice to meet you all," Dick said looking back to face them. "So what are your names?"

It was a quiet ride the whole way back. Unlike most other times he found himself sitting in the front, being the fact all the other seats were taken. He was one of the first to make it off the bus after arriving back at the school. It didn't take long for him to locate both Ran and Sonoko, catching sight of the two of them heading down the street. He quickly made his way toward them.

"Well look who it is." Sonoko said as she and Ran came to a stop.

"What," Tim said a little taken back by her tone. "What did I do this time?"

"I'm just wondering why you didn't come back to listen to us speak."

"I was running track remember," Tim said. "That's why I wasn't able to make it."

"Our event didn't take place until after an hour of being there," Sonoko informed. "I doubt it took over an hour for you to run a little track."

"Ok, so maybe I did get a little side tracked," Tim admitted. "But that's only because I bumped into a friend."

"So you're going to use that excuse?"

"You guys aren't mad are you?"

"Why would we be mad," Ran asked with a smile. "There will be other times you can come see us, besides the room was already crowded enough as it was."

"Were there any seats left?" Tim asked.

"From what I could see they were all taken," Ran replied. "More than half of the people watching were standing."

"It would have still been nice if you had at least attempted to come." Sonoko said.

"I'll tell you what, if it bothers you so much I'll make it up to you," Tim said giving it some thought. "The three of us could go somewhere tomorrow, anything you guys want to do."

"Anything huh," Sonoko said. "I like the sound of that."

"Ran, you could even try asking Conan if he'd like to come along," Tim suggested. "I'm sure he'd love to come."

"I'll ask him," Ran said. "But there's always the chance he might want to hang with his friends."

They began walking once again only to come to a stop a short time later after coming upon a green light.

"So how'd the track go for you," Ran asked. "Did you receive a ribbon for your efforts?"

"They didn't hand out any ribbons," Tim replied. "But I can say I did finish with a decent running time."

"I'll take that with a grain of salt," Sonoko said not convinced. "You've never been very fast in class, I'll have to see the time sheet for myself."

"Be prepared to be shocked."

They came to a stop for yet another time, looking to see his car wasn't parked anywhere in sight.

"It doesn't look like Agasa is home." Conan said.

"And it also looks like everything is locked up," Dick added while looking back at Ai. "You're free to hang with us for awhile if you'd like."

"I have a key," Ai said opening the door. "I'll be able to get in just fine."

They watched as she made her way through the gate all the way up to the front door. She looked back once opening it, letting them know they were clear to go. The two of them took off after seeing this.

"How was school today?" Dick asked.

"Did you really just ask me that question?"

"Sure. why not," Dick said. "Even though you may know all the material it must be a little interesting to go back and do it all over again."

"It was entertaining for the first week or so," Conan stated. "But at this point I'd rather have things more set to my skill level come my way."

"Isn't being stuck in your child form challenging enough as it is," Dick asked. "I can't even begin to imagine how you must feel while being around your peers."

"It was a little awkward at first," Conan admitted. "But I've gotten pretty used to it now."

"I guess that's what time will do for you."

"So what is it you were trying to tell me earlier," Conan asked. "The whole bit about the next hit?"

"The blood circle involving the dead cops," Dick replied. "We think there's a good chance whoever is responsible plans to strike tomorrow some time."

"Any ideas on a location?"

"We've got one in mind," Dick said with the shake of his head. "But nothing is set in stone, we need to be ready."

"By ready, you mean we need to set up a plan of action to counter whatever may happen?"

"That's a good way of putting it."

"So where do you think the killer plans to strike next?"

"There's a new water park opening up called 'Slid Splash'," Dick informed. "From what we've been able to gather from the evidence, there's a good chance that's where the killer plans to strike."

"What else do we know?"

"Besides the note left behind with the number nine attached, nothing of importance."

"Do either of you plan on being there?"

"I was actually hoping you would come along," Dick said. "I plan on camping it out on one of the neighboring buildings."

"Then we would have eyes watching from inside as well as from the outside," Conan said sitting back. "Sounds good to me, what time are we talking?"

"Anytime after ten." Dick replied.

"I'll defiantly be up by then."

They came to a stop after hitting a red light, watching as a few people made their way across the road.

"Does Tim know what you had in mind?" Conan asked.

"Not yet, but I'll let him know as soon as we get there."

"You think he's home from school yet," Conan asked. "After all he did go on a field trip today, and who knows if the bus made it back on time."

Dick looked down at his watch to check the time.

"It's been over twenty minutes since school got out," Dick said. "I'd be surprised if he wasn't there yet."

"So where do you think he is," Conan asked. "The apartment or his little underground base?"

"Well, he did say he had a lot to look into the last time we spoke over the phone," Dick said. "So I'd assume he'd be at the base with that in mind."

"Then I guess it's safe to say that's where we're going?"

"Unless you wanted to make a stop first."

"I am a tad bit hungry, but that's something I can hold off on until later" Conan said.

"Are you sure?" Dick asked.

"I'll be just fine." Conan assured.

"Suit yourself."

The street light turned green in the following seconds, allowing for them to drive once more. It was a relatively clear path, no traffic jams like they had been experiencing for the past couple days. They listened to the radio for any incoming news as they drove, finding that most the stations were covering the weather. The drive there lasted all but ten minutes. The two of them locked the doors before stepping out.

"You think he'll agree with our plan?"

"I don't see why not," Dick replied. "Unless he's come up with something of his own."

They arrived to where the base lay hidden, immediately making their way down. It was quite a bit cooler than usual once the top closed over them. Conan lead the rest of the way.

"Is there ever a time you're not in front of a computer when you're down here?" Conan asked entering the room to find him sitting in front of the computer.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Tim asked in response.

"Conan plans to help out when we head down to Slid Splash tomorrow morning," Dick informed. "That way you can help me look around from outside."

"I'll leave that to the both of you," Tim said. "The two of you are more than enough to handle the situation without my assistance, not to mention Megure and his unit will be there."

"You must have a good reason for passing on this," Dick said in surprise. "It's not like you to drop out of the action."

"Where to begin."

"Is your agenda really that packed?"

"Turns out that dead woman I came across in Fukuoka was from Russia," Tim informed. "Her name was Halka Dotsenko, a business woman in the department of weapons technology."

"What was she doing here in Japan?" Conan asked.

"After doing a little digging I was able to obtain messages sent from her personal computer before she arrived." Tim said.

"And what were you able to find?" Dick asked.

"She had planned on going to ROTI for a little visit." Tim informed.

"Is that so," Dick stated. "I find that interesting being the fact that ROTI is not a weapons based company."

"Do you happen to find out the name of the company she worked for." Conan asked.

"LexCorp."

Conan instantly looked up at Dick who did the same in return.

"But LexCorp is in Metropolis, how is it she was able to work there while living in Russia," Conan questioned. "Unless of course all the work she did for the company was all overseas based."

"That about answers your question." Tim confirmed.

"But ROTI is located here in Tokyo, why then was she in Fukuoka?" Dick questioned.

"That's something I'm still in the midst of figuring out."

"Was she traveling alone?" Conan asked.

"As far as I know, yes," Tim replied. "And there are no records of her making any phone calls once she got here."

"That makes things more challenging than what I was expecting." Conan thought.

The room fell silent from there. Tim reached over with the push of the computer mouse. It brought up a new window which broadcasted live footage.

"And if that wasn't enough, I still need to finalize my plan on how we're going to get Shinichi into Brutho's little get together undetected."

"Is that live feedback from the inn they plan on meeting at?" Conan asked.

Tim nodded in response.

"I also finally got around to examining that knife I received from Kid," Tim said easing up in the chair. "As expected there were no prints, the only DNA found was that of the victims."

"That puts us right back at square one." Conan said.

"Not for too much longer." Tim said clicking the computer mouse once more.

A profile popped up in the process. Out of interest Dick moved in closer to get a better look.

"Who's the girl?" Dick asked.

"Her names Akako Koizumi, she attends Ekoda High school along with a friend of mine," Tim replied. "If anyone can lead me to Kaitou it's her."

"How can you be so sure," Dick asked. "Have you seen the two of them together?"

"I encountered her while on patrol a few weeks ago," Tim replied. "She interfered in a scuffle I was in with Kid at the time, which allowed for him to escape."

"How'd you find out her name?"

"She told it to me herself," Tim replied. "At first I thought it was a code name she went by, but after seeing her for a second time I came to find it's her actual name."

"I'm just a little curious," Dick said. "How was she able to turns the tables on you?"

"With some kind of dust, it left me in a bizarre state for the rest of that night," Tim answered. "I took a blood sample from my body the next day after returning from school."

"And?"

"I had never seen anything like it," Tim replied. "But luckily I was able to whip up something which can immobilize the affects if she were to ever try the same trick on me again."

"Dick was defiantly right when he said Tim had a lot to look into."

"Would you like our assistance sorting out some of this stuff," Dick asked. "Three minds working together is better than one."

"I'd rather you two focus on our cop killer," Tim replied. "It's long overdue we put this creep out of business, as soon as that's handled we'll decide on how to handle everything else across the board."

"Having Heiji here would really benefit us right about now." Conan thought.

He pushed up from the chair after shutting off the computer screen, heading for the door which caused the other two to look to one another for a second time.

"Tim, where are you going?" Conan asked.

"On a walk," Tim replied continuing forward. "I need to clear my head."

"Hey, wait up," Dick said following after him. "I'll come with you."

Conan did the same after a seconds thought.

"I guess we all could use a walk."

The atmosphere was most calming as they made their way along, watching the fallen leafs from the tree drift past. After several minutes of walking they came to a stop in the middle of a park, finding themselves a seat at a bench that rested next to a tree. The sound of birds chirping throughout the area brought comfort to their ears, helping fade their thoughts from everything.

"Tim, how do you plan on confronting that girl?" Dick asked being the one to finally break the silence.

It took a few moments for him to reply.

"I take it you mean Akako, which I'm still in the process of thinking." Tim said answering his question. "I have her address, so that's a start."

"Do you want me to come along when you decide to go?"

"It's nothing but a little small talk, I think I'll be able to manage on my own."

"Have it your way, but make sure you contact me if anything goes wrong."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He then looked over at Conan who remained to himself.

"You ok Conan?" Dick asked

"The nine," Conan said looking up. "What does it represent?"

"What nine?" Dick asked.

"He's referring to the number left behind at the last killing if I'm not mistaking." Tim answered.

"I think we better head to that water park earlier than ten tomorrow."

"Let me guess," Dick said. "You're thinking the nine may represents a time?"

"It's a possibility," Conan said. "We need to take all the clues left behind at the scene into account."

"So how early are we talking?"

"How's seven thirty sound?" Conan asked.

"I'll be there." Dick replied.

"Are you sure you don't want to come along?" Conan asked directing his attention to Tim.

"... We'll see," Tim replied. "Figuring out what's going on between ROTI and LexCorp is where my main focus is right now."

"Which is also important," Conan said. "Me being held captive along with my friends, now the death of an outside employee, something is defiantly going on."

"And I want to put a stop to it before there are anymore casualties," Tim said sitting up from the bench. "Break times over, I'm going to head back to the lab to see what I can find."

"I'll join you as soon as I drop Conan off," Dick said turning to face him. "You do want a ride home right?"

"How can I say no to that?"

"Come on," Dick said standing back to his feet. "The car isn't far from here."

They walked in the opposite direction of Tim who headed back into the forest. It was a short ride home. Conan grabbed his bag before getting out.

"See you somewhere around seven tomorrow." Dick said.

"I'll be here."

He drove off from there, giving him one last nod before disappearing into the distance.

"Tomorrow can't come any sooner."

He spent most of that evening in front of the TV watching the news. He occasionally checked the time on his watch from where he sat. It wasn't until after eight that night that the front door opened with both Kogoro and Ran walking in.

"Where did you guys go." Conan asked more than glad to see them.

"We went to an aquarium, it was to help with my study for a school project I'm currently working on," Ran replied. "I wanted you to come along but we couldn't get ahold of you."

"Yea I know." Conan said pulling something out from behind.

"My phone," Ran said taking it from his hand. "Where did you find it?"

"I tried calling you when I came in a few hours ago," Conan replied. "The sound of it vibrating from under the table alerted me of where it was."

"I'm sorry if we had you worried," Ran apologized. "But dad's phone was juiced out, and there were no other phones around at the time to try and reach you."

"It would have been nice if I had known about this whole thing ahead of time." Kogoro muttered on his way to his room.

"Are you hungry?" Ran asked.

"Considering I haven't eaten since lunch, I'd say so."

"We're a little low on supplies," Ran said with a smile forming on her face. "Would you be interested in coming along with me to the store to pick up a few things?"

"Of course I would," Conan replied. "I'd love to go."

"Great, just give me one moment," Ran said turning for her room. "Let me go toss on a sweater, it has cooled down quite a bit from a few hours ago."

He leaned to the left side of the door, continuing to watch the news as he waited for her to return from her room which didn't take very long.

"Are you sure you don't want to put on a sweater yourself?"

"I'll be fine as is."

"Let's hurry before it gets any darker."

Conan nodded in agreement.

"Dad we'll be right back, Conan and I are going up to the store to grab a couple things for dinner."

"Make it quick," Kogoro said stepping out from the room. "There's too many weirdos out at this time."

"You're welcomed to come along if it will make you feel better."

"I've done enough walking for the day, just make sure you're aware of your surroundings."

"Yes sir."

With that the two of them walked out, tightly closing the door once out.

That seemed to be the trend for the past week, each day presenting more questions than answers. The buzz of his phone could be heard at seven that next morning. Everything was going just as discussed. He didn't answer it, already knowing what to do. He quietly got dressed, tip toeing out of the room once doing so.

"Hopefully it isn't a chilly morning," Conan thought. "I really should have worn a jacket when we went to the store last night."

He arrived down at the sidewalk in that next minute, turning to his left to see the car parked a few yards away. The doors unlocked as he approached which allowed for him to get in.

"Did I wake you up to early?" Dick asked.

"Perfect timing," Conan replied while buckling in. "Have you spoke with Tim today?"

"I see you're still wondering if he's going to join us," Dick said. "I'll tell you what, I'll give him a call as soon as we get there."

"Works for me."

He started the engine, making a smooth turn to the left to keep them on schedule.

"How far is this place?" Conan asked.

"About four miles North-East from here," Dick replied. "We'll be there in no time."

He sat back more than a little anxious, trying his best to stay collected on the way there. After six minutes into the ride his phone rang from within his pocket, luckily they came across a red light which then allowed for him to answer it. Conan looked on as a conversation ensued, watching the expression on Dick's face drastically change. This caused slight concern. The conversation ended in the seconds that followed.

"Who was that?" Conan asked.

"The police department," Dick replied sliding his phone back into his pocket. "It seems something has happened that calls for my attention."

"What happened?"

"Conan.... we're too late."

A cold chill slid down his spine, feeling his body become numb at the thought.

"Too late?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 52

Echo 2118

"What do you mean we're too late?"

He didn't reply to him, taking a left after reaching another street light.

"Where are we going," Conan asked. "I thought you said the water park was North-East."

"That's not where the explosion occurred." Dick informed.

"An explosion?"

"I don't have all the details," Dick said. "We'll have to wait until we get there to receive a full run down."

"How do you know this relates to the guy we're after?"

"Another note was left at the scene," Dick replied. "This time with the number eight attached."

"How far away are we from this place?" Conan asked.

"Sit tight, we'll be there momentarily."

Everything seemed to be falling apart. Not only were they wrong on when the killer would strike, but where they would as well.

"I was almost certain the culprit would choose to make their next move at Slid Splash," Dick thought. "What could we have possibly missed?"

He turned left after coming to the end of the street, looking to find several police cars parked not too much farther up.

"Is this the place?"

"Yep, this is it."

They slowly eased their way past the many vehicles that were parked at the sides of the street, fortunately finding themselves a spot right in between two cars a few yards away from where the explosion had occurred.

"You coming out," Dick asked. "Or do you plan on sitting in here?"

"What kind of question is that," Conan said. "And let you have all the fun, I don't think so."

"Let's not forget you're in the body of a child," Dick stated. "Who knows how the police may respond with me bringing you along."

"Don't worry, I'm pretty good at staying discreet," Conan said before pushing the passenger door to the side. "Now let's go, we have a schedule to keep."

"Right you are."

The two of them exited the car from there, closing the doors after doing so. They could see the many bystanders on the left side of the street, opposite of where the explosion had erupted. Several officers looked their way as they approached. One of them stepped up to the crime scene tape which blocked off a small portion of the street, raising a hand which signaled for them to stop.

"That will be far enough," The officer stated. "This area is blocked off due to investigation, so I'm going to have to ask you to turn around and walk back the other way."

"That's actually what I'm here for," Dick said. "I was called in by Inspector Megure, there's something he wanted me to check out."

"Wait here."

The officer walked over to where most of the others stood, taking the time to talk with Megure himself. Dick glimpsed down at his side as he waited, looking to find Conan was nowhere to be found.

"I wonder where he ran off to."

The officer from earlier returned moments later, lifting up the tape after coming to a stop.

"Your story checks out," He said with the nod of his head. "You're free to enter Mr. Grayson."

"Thanks." Dick said in acceptance.

He made his way over to where most of the police officers stood in discussion, looking from side to side as he did. He caught sight of what appeared to be a depleted car which laid upside down on the sidewalk..

"I wonder if that's what exploded," Dick thought continuing to scour the area. "Still no sign of Conan, he's got to be around here somewhere."

He finally came to a stop after reaching the small group. Juzo immediately came to his side with his hand landing onto his shoulder.

"I'm glad you were able to make it here on such short notice." Juzo said.

"I just happened to be driving through this way, so I guess it all worked out for the best."

"I'm glad it did, because we need all the help we can get."

"So tell me Inspector, what exactly happened?"

"Right over there," Juzo pointed. "That car exploded just a bit ago."

"Do we have an exact time?" Dick asked.

"No, but we do have the time it was reported."

"And when was that?"

"7:02." Juzo replied.

Dick rested his chin onto his hand, finding his eyes traveling to the ground.

"I'd assume the call came in within ten minutes after the explosion occurred," Dick thought. "That means it must have happened anytime from six fifty two up until seven O' one."

"Are you ok?" Juzo asked at his sudden silence.

"Do we know what kind of car it was?" Dick asked looking over toward the wreckage.

"A Cadillac DTS," Juzo replied. "Unfortunately the driver did not survive the explosion."

"I guess that answers what I was going to ask next," Dick said. "Over the phone you said a note was left behind, what did it say?"

"I didn't get the chance to read it before they took it to the lab for testing," Juzo informed. "As soon as they've completed their analysis we'll be able to read it as well."

"Who else is working this case?" Dick asked out of curiosity.

"I gave detective Mouri a call before I reached you," Juzo said. "So he should be here within the next ten minutes."

"I take it he knows what's going on?"

"I told him the same thing I told you," Juzo said. "In the mean time I think it would be best if you gave the scene a look yourself."

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Dick said in agreement.

"Right this way."

He walked at his side as the two of them made their way over to the car. After stepping up onto the sidewalk they could see him him on the other side of the car analyzing something near where the back wheels would have been.

"Conan, what are you doing here?!" Juzo exclaimed.

"Oh, hi Inspector Megure." Conan said smiling with a wave.

"That must mean Mouri is here as well." Juzo said with the turn of his head in attempt of locating him.

"Actually," Dick said coming to Conan's side. "He's with me."

"With you," Juzo said in surprise. "I wasn't even aware the two of you knew each other."

"Since yesterday." Dick stated.

"Why did you bring him along," Juzo asked. "This isn't a place for a child, though I will say he's had his fair share of being in a situation like this."

He didn't know how to respond to his question, watching as the expression across Juzo's face slowly changed.

"He was going to take me to that new water park opening up today." Conan said jumping in.

"You mean the one east from here?" Juzo asked.

"That's the one." Conan confirmed with the nod of his head.

"Is this true?"

"It sure is," Dick replied. "We were on our way there, that's when I received the call from you."

"Thus making you put your plans on hold," Juzo finished. "I'm sorry I had to interrupt your day."

"It's ok," Conan said. "There's still plenty of day left which means we can still go later."

"Hey Conan," Dick said looking down at him. "Why don't you go wait over by the car?"

"But there's nothing to do over there," Conan protested. "I promise I won't touch anything if you let me stick around."

"You heard what Inspector Megure said, this is no place for kids," Dick reminded. "Now go wait by the car, I won't be long."

He dropped his shoulders with a huff.

"I'll be waiting." Conan said before walking off.

The two of them watched as he made his way past the yellow tape. They turned back to the car after he did to see a couple approaching officers who stopped once reaching the car.

"Now for my next question," Dick said. "Do you happen to know what caused the car to explode?"

"Our lab experts are already looking into that, a thin wire was found a few yards away from where it all took place," Juzo replied. "According to what a bystander witnessed the explosion went off as soon as the driver got into the car."

"That means there's a possibility the door was rigged with an explosive of some kind." Dick thought.

"There's a good chance that the wire found was connected to the car before the explosion, which would label it as evidence," Juzo continued. "So are you ready to give the car an in depth look yourself?"

"That won't be necessary Inspector," Dick replied. "Especially since you've already got your top guys looking into it."

"You do make a good point."

"If it's ok with you I'd like to head down to the station to check out the note left behind."

"That's entirely fine with me, but you'll need someone to go with you if you want access to it."

"That works for me." Dick said.

"I take it you still remember Officer Shiratori?"

"Of course, how could I forget?"

"Good, I'll have him meet you up at the station." Juzo said pulling out his phone.

"Where is he now?" Dick asked.

"Driving down from the other side of town," Juzo replied. "He had his hands full with another case."

"Everyone seems to be busy these days, what a trend it is."

"He should be at the station by the time you arrive."

"Would you like my assistance back here after I check out the message left behind?" Dick asked.

"I've already got detective Mouri coming in, so you should be free work out what the notes message means," Juzo said. "It seems our projection on where this killer would strike next was off."

"Was the person inside the car working for the police department?"

"They're looking into that as we speak."

"One last question," Dick said removing his hands from his pocket. "Where was the note left, obviously not in the car since it was blown into flames."

"Over there," Juzo said pointing to a nearby light pole. "There was an envelope inside of a plastic bag which was addressed to the police department."

"That would explain why you didn't open it right away," Dick said. "Who knows what they could have possibly left within that bag."

"Good luck when you get there."

"Thanks, I'll give you a call as soon as we know what the message reads." Dick said as he turned to walk.

He pushed his way past the crime scene tape, looking over to see Conan who was already sitting in the car with his head rested atop his hands. He opened the door to the driver seat joining him.

"That went quicker than expected." Conan said with the turn of his head.

"Of course," Dick said having a seat while closing the door. "You already examined the car so we're all set to go."

"What makes you think I was finished?" Conan asked.

"You're quick at what you do, but finding out what was left on that note is more important at the moment," Dick replied. "We'll let the police handle this one for now, then we'll touch base later."

"Can't argue with that."

"Before we jump gears, what were you able to gain from your inspection?"

"The breaks had been tampered with, so even if he was able to drive off he wouldn't have been able to stop when needed," Conan replied. "Which of course would have ended with damaging results."

"But why here," Dick said bringing a hand to his chin. "Nothing from the previous note points to this place."

"Then I think you better have another look," Conan said. "Right across the street to be precise, I noticed it the moment we stepped out of the car."

He did as he said, turning to see a fire station located across from where the explosion had occurred.

"What does a fires station have to do with anything?"

"I believe the way our last victim was killed points to this fire station, what else would explain the use of a water hose in the last murder?"

"You do make a good point," Dick said. "It's all symbolic, but it does make sense now that you mention it."

"And now the culprit has tweaked their method of killing once again."

"But what about the number nine," Dick questioned. "The explosion happened well before nine O'clock."

"I already mapped it out while you were talking with Megure."

"Mapped out what?" Dick asked.

"At first I thought it was a thing of distance, but then I realized that Slid Splash isn't quite nine miles from here."

"Care to fill me in, I have no idea where you are going with this."

"If we were to drive at approximately nine miles per hour from here all the way to Slid Splash, we would arrive after nine minutes of driving." Conan finished.

"Are you sure?" Dick asked.

"I used the GPS system in this car to confirm my claim." Conan replied.

"Can't believe we were that close," Dick said. "The only piece we missed was the connection to the fire station."

"We can't beat ourselves over it, time won't allow for it," Conan said. "The best thing we can do right now is move forward."

"Which means heading to the station to find out what was written on that note left on the light pole."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Strap in," Dick said buckling his seat belt. "It's time to begin the next round."

Conan strapped on his belt as well, sitting back in silence as he started up the engine. Both were anxious, yet optimistic on what to expect next. This left them thinking throughout most of the ride there. Dick looked over at him after hitting a fourth red light for the day.

"Hey Conan," Dick said grabbing his attention. "You said the breaks were cut on that car right?"

Conan nodded.

"That's the biggest thing that doesn't make sense about that whole thing," Dick stated. "Why destroys the breaks if you already plan on the target being killed in the explosion?"

Conan didn't say anything in response, keeping to himself as they continued down the roadway. The police station came into view soon after. They pulled into the parking lot, remaining silent after stepping out of the car. The two of them made their way toward the entrance door only to have it swing open just a few inches of them reaching it.

"Good to see you again Mr. Grayson," Ninzaburo greeted. "Inspector Megure said I should be expecting you."

"Has the testing on that envelope been completed?" Dick asked.

"Just about," Ninzaburo replied. "They should have it out for us to read any time now, you're free to come inside if you prefer."

"Either way works for me."

Conan followed at his side as they made their way in. They stopped once reaching the waiting area, having a seat at a table in the center of the room.

"Is there anything I can get either of you?" Ninzaburo asked.

"I'll be ok, what about you Conan?"

"I'll be fine as well."

"I hope the two of you don't mind if I take off for a few minutes," Ninzaburo said. "I have yet to file the final paper work concerning my most recent case, I'll be back as soon as I can with that envelope."

"And we'll be waiting." Dick said.

He left from there, leaving the two of them to sit alone. They found their eyes looking to the TV on the left wall which was clamped down.

"Can't say I've watched very much golf as of late." Dick thought to himself.

They continued to spectate the game from where they sat. The sound of someone entering the room moments later immediately alerted the two of them.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Grayson, I've heard much."

"You must be Officer Sato," Dick said standing up from the chair to shake her hand to see an envelope in her grasp. "I've seen your picture."

"My picture?"

"Never mind that," Dick said switching gears. "What's that you've got there?"

"It's something they claim the killer left behind at the scene, which is what you're here to see if I'm not mistaken."

"Was there anything discovered during the search of the bag the envelope was in?" Dick asked.

"Believe it or not but there was about a cup of sugar stashed in along with the envelope." Miwako informed.

"....Sugar?" Conan thought to himself.

"I wonder what that could mean." Dick said.

"That's a question for all of us." Miwako said.

"What about the note," Conan asked. "What did it say?"

She removed the slip of paper from inside the envelope, handing it to Dick who looked at what was written.

"2wo birdS 0ne STONE, at dawns end," Dick read with the raise of a brow. "There's also another number stamped in the bottom corner."

"Let me guess," Conan said looking up. "An Eight?"

"How did you know that?" Miwako asked in surprise.

"I... it was a lucky guess." Conan laughingly answered.

He gently slid the note back into the envelope before handing it over to her.

"Thanks for sharing that with me," Dick said. "Tell Officer Shiratori I'll see him around, there's somewhere I have to be."

"I'll let him know."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Dick said. "Come on Conan, we better get going."

With that the two of them made their way out of the room, heading straight for the door once arriving back into the lobby. Both of them remained quiet throughout the first few minutes of the ride, everything on their mind focused on the task at hand. He looked over at him as they drove, slowly piecing everything together in his mind.

"I think I might have an idea why the culprit cut the breaks on the car that exploded." Conan said.

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"At first it didn't make any sense, but after hearing what was written on that slip of paper everything is finally falling into place," Conan said. "The bad news is the next time we'll be dealing with two bodies."

"What do you mean?" Dick asked.

"If my theory is correct the rigging of the breaks on that car represents a time change in the culprits cycle of killing."

"So basically what you're saying is that you think the killings will be more frequent from here on out?"

"It's there way of letting us know they're going all out and don't plan on stopping," Conan added. "Then there's the note, which is clearly letting us know there will be more than one target come their next assault."

"Wow, Conan's really on top of this," Dick thought with a smile. "It's not often you run into someone as talented as he's showing."

He pulled out his phone after they past by yet another street sign. He tried dialing his number only to have it go to the voice mail. He tried once more to gain the same results.

"Who are you trying to call?" Dick asked noticing his failed attempts.

"It seems Tim always never answers his phone when I have something important to tell him." Conan replied.

"I talked to him when I got up at four this morning, he didn't go to sleep until after five some time." Dick informed. "So I think it's safe to cut him a little slack this time around."

"What was he doing up that late?"

"He was working on something, that's all he said," Dick replied. "If you want to talk to him I could drop you off at his apartment."

"That would be great," Conan said looking down at his watch. "It's almost eight thirty, so there's a chance that he's be awake by now."

"I'll have you there in no time," Dick said. "Make sure you let him know what we've learned on the matter."

"What about you?"

"I'm goanna go back to the latest crime scene to make sure there was nothing we missed." Dick replied.

"Good idea, we still haven't figured out what caused the car to explode."

They came upon another street light after taking a right turn, luckily catching it as it turned green. It was a clear path from there, the traffic still in the process of building up at this time of day. He stopped at the side of the street after reaching the apartment complex, watching Conan make his way out.

"Hey, good work today." Dick complimented.

"Thanks." Conan said in response before turning to walk.

He made his way through the parking lot all the way up to the entrance. Once in he headed straight for the elevator.

"It seems with each passing death the culprit becomes more and more complex with their clues left behind."

He entered the elevator once it reached the first floor, the door closing behind him after doing so. Conan laid his hands into the comfort of his pockets as he made his way to his room. Once there he gave it a couple loud knocks, in the case of him still being asleep. The door slid open a few seconds later.

"I'm glad I didn't wake you up this time."

"Someone already beat you to that." Tim stated.

"Why didn't you answer when I called?" Conan asked.

"I was, I'm actually kind of in the middle of something." Tim replied.

"Who are you talking to out there?" Someone called from inside the room.

"Is that Sonoko," Conan asked. "What is she doing here?"

He simply widened the door which allowed for him to walk in. Tim closed the door after he walked past him.

"I hope you don't mind if Conan joins us." Tim said.

"What's he doing here so soon," Sonoko asked from where she sat. "We're not supposed to go out until after eleven."

"Go out," Conan thought. "What is she talking about?"

"He just came to watch a little TV, right Conan?"

"That's right." Conan said reaching for the remote which rested at the end of the bed.

"And what's wrong with watching TV back at your place?" Sonoko questioned.

"The TV went out," Conan quickly came up with. "We've been experiencing electricity problems since last night."

"Is that so?"

"What about you," Conan asked. "What are you doing here?"

"A little chemistry help," Tim answered. "I knew she'd be coming over some time soon, just not this early."

"Why would I have come later, the earlier we get this out of the way the better," Sonoko said as her phone began to ring. "Hold on, this will only take a moment."

Conan turned on the TV as she stepped away from the desk to take the call. He flipped through a few channels before deciding on one. Her phone conversation didn't last long. After hanging up she walked back over to the desk with the drop of her phone.

"What's wrong?" Tim asked.

"I have to go, there's a family matter I need to attend to." Sonoko said while heading toward the door.

"Are we still on for the day?"

"We'll reschedule for anytime after one." Sonoko replied before walking out.

Conan turned off the TV, looking over at Tim who did the same in return.

"You know a girls in a hurry when she forgets her phone." Tim said picking it up from the table.

"If you hurry you should be able to catch her." Conan said.

"No need to, I'll see her in a bit anyway."

"What do the two of you plan on doing?" Conan asked.

"Ran didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"The three of us were planning on going somewhere this afternoon," Tim informed. "I asked Ran to see if you would like to come along as well."

"Not the ideal time," Conan said. "Plus I still have to stop by Agasa's, I'm down to my last tranquilizer."

"I'll go along with you if you don't mind," Tim said taking a step forward. "On another note, aren't you supposed to be heading up to Slid Splash right about now?"

"The culprit has already made their next move, which happened to be a few miles away from where we originally thought."

"Looks like we were caught by surprise, anything I should know?"

"We'll get to that," Conan said. "But first I'd like to know what you were able to find."

"What makes you think I found something?"

"You were up until five this morning, I'd be surprised if you didn't."

"It took awhile, but after some searching and a little hacking I was able to finally gain access to the main system which the Outworlders have been operating from," Tim informed. "And with it we'll be able to pin point any locations they have been doing business from."

"How were you able to find that out?"

"After Dick figured out where their hideouts were it left us with an opening," Tim said. "They've been shipping in a lot of weaponry from different companies as not to draw suspicion, and with my resources it wasn't hard to see where the payments were coming from."

"I'm assuming the weapons you speak of were shipped to their facilities." Conan said.

Tim nodded.

"All the payments from the system line I hacked showed that all the payments were made through it," Tim continued. "I already have everything set up for how we plan on sneaking into their meeting tomorrow."

"You're sure they won't see me?"

"Positive, and if anything does go wrong officer Takagi will be there with you." Tim informed.

"He is?" Conan asked in surprise.

"I haven't told him, but he'll know by tonight."

"So what's the name of this system the Outworlders are operating from," Conan asked. "Do you think it's the same one you came across when in that trap house?"

"No, this one is different," Tim replied. "It's system name is Echo 2118."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 53

Dinning At The Den

It was a relatively noisy ride back, hearing the sound of sirens as a police car drove past from the left. He rolled up the window to help block most sounds. There was a lot on his mind. He arrived back at the crime scene not long after, parking in the same spot he previously had his last visit.

"Now to see if they know what happened with that car explosion."

He made his way past the crime scene tape, joining Megure who was standing by the car along with three other officers.

"Grayson," Juzo said looking up as he approached. "I wasn't expecting you back so soon."

"How has your inspection been coming along?" Dick asked.

"It's just as I thought," Juzo replied. "What caused the car to explode was that wire we found, it was connected to an explosive which was attached to the bottom of the car."

"I assume it was on the driver side."

"That's correct."

"What about the victim, where was the body found after the explosion erupted?"

"Inside the car," Juzo replied. "Why do you ask?"

"That means when they opened the car door it didn't set off the bomb, at least not right away." Dick stated.

"Do you think there's deeper meaning to it?"

"Don't know."

"Well if anything comes to mind feel free to share."

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way." Dick said.

"I heard you got around to reading what that note had written on it."

"Officer Sato was kind enough to share it with me." Dick confirmed.

"She called me after reading it herself," Juzo said. "So what do you make of it?"

"Lets just say I'm in the midst of figuring that one out."

The sky darkened with each passing minute. They had finally arrived after a time consuming walk, coming to a stop a few inches away from the door. He knocked once, taking a step back after doing so.

"Do you think anyone is here?" Tim asked.

"The gate was left unlocked, that's not usually the case if they're not around." Conan replied.

The door slid open moments later which grabbed their attention.

"To what do I owe the honor?"

"Good to see you as well Agasa." Tim said.

"How may I be of service to the two of you?"

"Just dropping by for a little visit." Conan replied.

"Well come on in," Hiroshi said pushing the door aside. "It's been a rather quiet morning, we could use the added company."

"Glad to be able to help." Tim said stepping in along with Conan.

"Where's Haibara?" Conan asked after the door closed from behind.

"She went upstairs a couple minutes ago, I'd expect her back down anytime now."

He removed his watch as they made their way further into the room, handing it to Dr. Agasa who looked down at him.

"What's wrong," Hiroshi asked. "Is it not working?"

"I'm actually down to my last stunner," Conan replied. "I was hoping you could refill it."

"Of course, just give me a minute."

"We'll be right here." Conan said.

They watched as he made his way up the stairs, walking past Ai who was heading in the opposite direction with a magazine in hand.

"We were just asking about you," Conan said as she stepped down. "How's your day coming along?"

"Slow start." Ai replied continuing toward the couch.

"What's that you're reading?" Tim asked catching a glimpse of the front cover.

"A new brand of designed clothing which is slated for a fall release." Ai replied after having a seat.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"I suppose so."

"You never took me as a fashion kind of person," Tim admitted. "I guess you learn something new about someone everyday."

Conan's phone began to vibrate at that second. He pulled it out from his side looking to see an incoming call.

"I wonder what he wants."

Conan stepped to the side, answering the call as he did. The conversation lasted for a little over thirty seconds, putting his phone back into his pocket once finished.

"Who was that?" Ai asked lowering the magazine from her eyes.

"It was Mitsuhiko," Conan replied. "He was just telling me about the car explosion which I already found out about earlier."

"Where did this happen?" Ai asked.

"A few miles from here, across from a fire station near a construction site."

"Was anyone hurt?" Ai said.

"Only one that we know of at this time." Tim replied.

The three of them looked toward the stairs at the sound of Agasa making his way back down.

"Here you are Conan," Hiroshi said handing him his watch back. "It's all good to go."

"Thanks doc, you never know when a situation may arise."

He snapped his watch back into place, looking outside the window to see a light rain had began to come down.

"Looks like we may have to change our plans for another day," Conan said walking over. "Not exactly the ideal conditions to go out and do something."

"We should probably talk to Ran about that."

"Where were the three of you planning on going?" Hiroshi asked.

"We hadn't decided on that yet." Tim answered.

"What a coincidence," Hiroshi said. "I plan on going out myself."

"And where might that be?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"I would tell you, but it's a little bit of a secret."

"A secret?"

"He's been hinting at it all week," Ai informed. "But has yet to tell me either."

"Must be some kind of surprise." Tim thought.

"We better get going, the sooner we find out what we plan to do the better."

"Would the two of you like a ride?" Hiroshi offered.

"We'll be ok," Tim replied. "It's nothing but a small drizzle."

"Haibara, would you like to come along," Conan asked turning away from the window. "It could be fun."

"I'd rather not, I'm in no mood to get wet."

"Suit yourself." Conan said before he and Tim headed for the door.

Agasa held it open for the two of them, waving as they made their way past the gate.

"Call me if you need anything." Hiroshi called out.

Conan nodded in response. The rain picked up headway as they continued walking, hearing the sound of thunder in the far distance. It was a short walk there, coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairwell.

"Am I going up alone or are you coming along?" Conan asked.

"You don't think they'll mind?"

"Of course not." Conan said walking forward.

With little hesitation Tim followed after him. Conan opened the door once they reached the top of stairs. The two of them walked in to find Ran who had her sights set on the TV.

"I'm home." Conan said drawing her attention.

"Hi Ran." Tim said as she looked their way.

"I didn't even know you were up," Ran said. "When did you leave?"

Conan looked down at his watch, making sure he came up with a reasonable time.

"About fifteen after eight."

"He's been with me the whole time." Tim added.

"What prompted you to stop by so early," Ran asked. "We aren't supposed to go out until well over an hour from now."

"That's why I'm here," Tim said. "The weather has taken an unexpected shift, so I was checking to see if we were still going out."

"I don't know," Ran said in response. "I've been trying to reach Sonoko for the past hour but she hasn't been answering her cell phone."

"And she won't," Tim informed. "She left it over at my apartment on her way out."

"Did you try her home phone?" Conan asked as he had a seat next to the table.

Ran nodded.

"No one picked up from there either."

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," Tim said assuringly. "She did say she had a family matter to attend to."

Ran crossed her arms, sharpening her eyes at him. This caused him to take a step back, feeling his back touching up against the door.

"What's wrong," Tim asked with a smile. "Is there something I did?"

"What was Sonoko doing at your apartment anyway?"

"It was only school related, I promise."

She looked at him for a moments longer, dropping her hands to her side in the seconds that followed.

"Well you have been good with the truth lately, since we're waiting would you like to hang here with us for awhile," Ran asked with a smile forming across her face. "We could play some board games until she calls back."

"Board games?"

"Come on, it'll be fun." Ran said grabbing him by his wrist.

She pulled him over next to Conan who smiled up at him as Ran forced him to have a seat.

"I'll be right back," Ran said before turning for her room. "I have a few stashed away in my closet."

The two of them sat in silence for the next minute or so. She returned with five different board games, placing them onto the center of the table atop each other.

"Conan did you happen to look into the office on your way up?" Ran asked.

"Was there something I was supposed to see?"

"Was my dad in there by any chance?"

"He sure was," Conan replied. "I saw him sitting in the chair staring up at the ceiling, I'm betting he's waiting on a call."

"Hold on just one minute." Ran said as she made her way for the door.

"Where are you going?" Conan asked.

"To try and get him to join us," Ran replied. "I know the two of you can find something to talk about in the meantime, I promise I won't be long."

She closed the door on her way out, leaving them in the silence of the room for a second time.

"Sorry," Conan said. "I had no idea things would turn out like this if you came along."

"Don't worry about it," Tim said looking down at his watch. "This will help burn off some time until tonight."

"What's happening tonight?"

"Setting up for our next move."

The rain came to a halt by nights beginning. He drove through the wet streets, rolling his window down to feel the coolness of the night breeze. He checked the time on his watch after taking another right, looking to see he was already five minutes late to their scheduled meeting.

"Better hurry, I'd hate to keep him waiting any longer than I already have."

He drove up a few more blocks before finally coming to a stop in front of a junk yard. He made sure everything was secure, locking all doors before getting out. He came upon a rusty steel gate after taking a few steps forward, looking to see sharp pointy edges sticking out.

"Doesn't look like anyone has been here in quite some time."

He reached into his jacket for a pair of gloves, not wanting to accidently cut himself. He successfully made his way past the gate with no harm done, heading deeper into the bowels of where everything was stacked up.

"This place is like a maze, he must have a good reason for why we're meeting here."

The wind whistled through a car hood from above, startling him ever so slightly. He circled past a stack of laying wheels, turning the corner to see him standing in the middle of it all.

"Takagi, what took you so long?"

"I got backed up in traffic, not to mention the wet conditions of the road," Wataru replied. "But why are we meeting here Megure?"

"What do you mean," Juzo questioned. "It was you who said you had something to show me."

"But you called me." Wataru stated.

"Well if it wasn't you or I who set this up, then who?"

The two of them jumped at the sound of someone landing onto a pile of stacked cars from behind, immediately turning to see who it was.

"I'm glad to see the two of you were able to find your way here."

"Red Robin," Juzo said more than surprised. "I take it you're the one who set this whole thing up?"

"We need to talk." Red Robin said jumping down to join them in the center of it all.

"Why are we meeting here," Wataru asked looking around. "Did a crime happen around this place?"

"No, just thought this would be a better place to meet instead of at the station." Red Robin replied.

"That must mean you have something to share with us." Juzo said.

"As a matter a fact I do." Red Robin confirmed.

"Is it about that explosion that occurred earlier today?"

"That's something I've thought about, but not why I called you two here tonight."

"We're listening."

"It's about the Outworlders," Red Robin began. "I have a way we can shut them down, and with your help and corporation I know we can pull it off."

"You seem confident," Juzo stated. "That must mean you know who's the head man of their operations."

"I've know that for awhile now."

"Well if that's the case then why didn't you tell me?" Juzo asked.

"That wouldn't have been enough," Red Robin replied. "Even if I had brought him into custody it's not like he would have spilled to us what his plans were."

"So what have you been able to find out up till this point?"

"Lets just say I've made some streaks," Red Robin replied. "They had originally planned on having a meeting tomorrow night but rescheduled for tomorrow morning instead."

"Where at?" Juzo asked.

"A low key inn called Branneys Den."

"Never heard of it." Wataru said.

"Wouldn't doubt it," Red Robin said. "It's not an easy place to find, I'll be the first one to tell you that."

"So how were you able to find this place," Juzo asked. "About the meeting even?"

"I could take the time to explain that and about their recent activities, but we don't have much time," Red Robin reminded. "They plan on meeting within the next seven hours."

Juzo took this moment to glimpse down at his watch, looking back toward him after doing so.

"That would mean they're scheduled to meet at anytime after five A.M. some time," Juzo said. "And you're positive about this whole thing?"

"I wouldn't have called you here if I wasn't."

"So what exactly did you have in mind?" Juzo asked.

He reached down, digging into the contents of his utility belt. The two of them looked on in confusion as he held a mini circular device out in front of him.

"What is that?" Juzo asked.

"It's for you." Red Robin said tossing it to Wataru who caught it.

"Me?"

"We need an inside guy, and you'll fit the bill just fine."

"What is this thing exactly?" Wataru asked.

"A communications device, once in your ear it will enable us to be able to speak to one another within a fifty yard radius."

"What do you want me to do when I get inside?"

"I'll let you know as soon as you're seated in a secure spot," Red Robin replied. "And don't worry, I'll be watching every move made from the outside window."

"Which will leave the back exit for me." Someone said dropping down from behind the two.

They instantly spun around, taking a step back as they did.

"Who the hell are you?" Juzo questioned.

"His names Nightwing," Red Robin replied. "He's the guy I wanted you to meet."

"Is that so," Juzo remarked. "How many of you masked men are running around anyway?"

"You'd be surprised." Nightwing replied.

"Nothing really surprises me at this point."

"Can't argue that," Nightwing said. "Time will do that for you."

"Won't they become suspicious of someone unknown sitting around?" Wataru asked

"Not in the least, their little group won't be the only ones who will be there," Nightwing replied. "There will also be those usual customers who come in at that hour for their normal cup of coffee, I'd know since I've observed the place for the past two nights."

"I know we're low on time, but I would really like to know what you have planned before sending Takagi alone into that place." Juzo said.

"All we want is to gather information," Red Robin said. "That's what this whole operation is about, and with anything learned you'll hear it for yourself rather then second hand."

"How is he supposed to get close enough to hear what they're are saying without them becoming suspicious?"

"He won't need to," Nightwing replied. "The communications device will handle it all, we already know where they will be seated."

"And with that in mind we took the liberty of installing a hidden mic under the table," Red Robin added. "All you have to do is pivot the center piece back and it will allow you you to hear and record anything they're saying."

Wataru took this time to place it into his ear, making sure it was secure.

"Fits perfectly."

"Now that we have that all sorted out, what about me," Juzo asked. "What will I be doing during all of this?"

"We'll have you watch from the streets below," Nightwing replied. "Make sure you're parked in an area that doesn't bring too much attention to yourself."

"What should I be looking for?"

"Anything alarming or out of the ordinary." Red Robin answered.

He reached to his side, pulling out a rolled up piece of paper. He walked up to Megure who took the slip of paper into his hand.

"What's this?" Juzo asked.

"Directions to Branneys Den," Red Robin replied. "It shouldn't be to hard to find once you figure your way around."

"The two of you are free to kick it back until then," Nightwing said. "Just try to be there an hour early, that way we have time to set up."

"Couldn't have said it any better myself." Juzo said in agreement.

"We'll let the two of you go for now, there's something we have to do before then." Nightwing said before jumping over a pile of stacked cars.

"Make sure you don't lose that ear piece, it's essential you have it."

"Loud and clear."

"See you there." Red Robin said before following after him.

This left the two of them standing alone. They listened to the chants of the crickets who happened to be in the near distance.

"I don't think I fully understand what's going on." Wataru said.

"That makes the two of us," Juzo said. "But I'm sure we'll have a better understanding in the next few hours."

"Time will only tell."

"Can't argue that," Juzo said heading back from where they entered. "Come on, I think we could both use a little rest before then."

"Can't argue that."

The following hours seemed to drag, making for a long wait. A car drove past from where he stood, feeling the frost breeze slide across the side of his face. This caused him to grip the insides of his pockets. He adjusted his cap to where it hung over his eyes, looking both ways before crossing the street. He removed his right hand from his pocket to reach for the handle of the door, reading the sign upon the wall which read 'Branneys Den'.

"So, this is it."

Warmth came over him once inside, keeping his poise and position all the way through. A large sheet hanged from the ceiling which blocked the path. He pushed it to the side which revealed a spaced out room. There were several tables throughout the area. He headed toward a booth seat in the far right corner of the room, removing his hands from his pockets once situated.

"This should do it."

Not surprisingly he heard a ring coming from his left ear, pressing down on the device to take the call.

"I see you've picked your spot, not a bad choice Takagi."

"Where are you?"

"On the roof adjacent to where you are just like I said." Red Robin radioed back.

"What about Megure, is he all set?" Wataru asked.

"As set as he's going to be," Red Robin replied. "How are things on your end?"

"There's no one here," Wataru said. "I didn't even come across clerk on my way to this seat."

"They're probably just mopping around somewhere," Red Robin stated. "Sit tight, we have less than an hour until their scheduled meeting."

"Roger that."

The temperature seemed to lower with each minute that went by. He tried calling him for a fourth time from within that hour, still unsuccessful at getting ahold of him. He took a deep breath, wondering if they may have to slightly adjust their.

"Shinichi usually answers when I call, no matter what time of the day it is," Red Robin thought. "Looks like that leaves officer Takagi the lone man to dine in the Den, everything has gone as planned thus far.... hopefully it stays that way."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 54

Damaging Blow

The time continued to tick away. Thirty minutes remained until everything was expected to take place. He kept a firm stance from where he stood, the most focused he'd been all night. The sound of him dropping down from behind alerted him of his presence.

"You haven't spoken or moved in the last twenty minutes," Nightwing said coming to his side. "Is everything alright?"

"Couldn't be better."

"If you say so," Nightwing said facing forward. "I thought you had planned on Conan being here."

"Tried calling, had no luck in reaching him," Red Robin said. "Should have told him before hand that they changed the time of their meeting."

"That would explain."

"I'll keep my ears peeled, there's always a chance he'll call back," Red Robin said. "Regardless of that, how are things looking from the back exit?"

"Little to no activity as expected," Nightwing replied. "But that doesn't mean there won't be."

"Keep a good look out, we can't afford for anything to go wrong."

"Don't have to tell me," Nightwing said. "Radio me if you see anything worth sharing."

"You do the same."

"Of course."

Everything had been silent from the time he had entered, looking down at his watch which read thirty two after four. The sudden sound of something from behind caused him to reach into his jacket. He gripped the handle to his gun, turning to see a woman with a tray in hand approaching.

"What can I get for you today?"

He found himself humored by his overreaction, lowering his hand while looking up to face her.

"Coffee would be nice."

"Is there a certain flavor you would like?"

"Anything will do Ms... Belmot," Wataru replied catching sight of her name tag. "I didn't see anyone else on my way in, are you the only one here?"

"That's right," She confirmed. "That's what happens when you get the opening shift."

"Must be tough coming in this early."

"It's not too bad, besides everything closes up early on weekends," Belmot informed. "I'll be back with your coffee momentarily."

"Take your time, I'm in no rush."

She smiled before turning to walk the other way.

Only twenty minutes remained. He listened to the radio to help pass the time, only looking up when any cars drove past.

"Let's hope this plan of theirs works."

He turned his head at the sound of an incoming vehicle, looking to see a pickup truck along with two smaller cars driving from the rare. All three vehicles casually lost speed as they neared the inn, finding a place to park soon after.

"Looks like our guests have arrived." Juzo radioed.

"Yea, I can see them from here," Nightwing radioed back. "Stay where you are no matter what happens, the last thing we need is any casualties."

"Takagi is armed, he should be ok," Juzo said. "He can take care of himself long enough for the two of you spring in there if anything happens."

"Good to hear we're on the same page," Nightwing said. "Radio me if you see anyone else driving in."

"Will do."

He continued to monitor the time as he waited, one of the few things keeping his eyes from closing. The sound of her returning awoke him from his slight doze.

"Here's the coffee just like you requested," Belmot said placing it down onto the table. "I even added whipped cream at the top."

"Thanks, there's no better way to start the day."

"Glad I could be of service," Belmot said with nod. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"This will do for now," Wataru replied. "Thanks."

It was only a matter of second before they were joined by several others who took a seat around a table at the first table in the room.

"I'll be back to check on you in a bit."

Wataru nodded.

She made her way toward the other table. He lowered his hat down to held disguise himself, peaking from around the seat to have a look.

"There's six of them in all," Wataru thought to himself. "And they're sitting at the first table just as expected."

He could hear a soft ring coming from his ear, turning back in his seat before pressing down onto the ear piece.

"This is Takagi."

"How are you holding up in there?"

"Doing fine," Wataru replied. "They just took a seat at the front table."

"Remember to adjust the ear piece to hear what they're saying," Red Robin reminded. "Once you do that I'll be able to tap into the signal myself."

"Understood," Wataru replied. "How are things looking from out there?"

"There's no one else parked out by the street but them," Red Robin replied. "But I'll keep you posted."

"Sounds good, I'll be on the look out."

They cut their conversation from there. He twisted the center forward just as instructed, waiting to hear what was going to be said. A minute passed, which then turned into three. He glimpsed down at his watch for yet another time.

"What's the hold up," Wataru thought. "Why aren't they talking?"

The sky began lighting up with each passing minute. He turned off the radio from where he sat, anxious to know what was going on inside.

"Any idea what the situation is inside?" Juzo radioed.

"Not a clue," Nightwing replied. "Red Robin nor Takagi have contacted me on the matter as of yet."

"Do you think everything is ok?"

"Wouldn't worry too much, they'll let us know if something is going on." Nightwing stated.

"Keep me informed."

"That's the plan."

He patiently continued waiting from where he sat, only hearing the sound of static. It had been over four minutes since they had arrived. This left him a little nerve wracked, feeling his heart race up at the sound of someone approaching from behind. His hand fell into the depths of his jacket, resting his hand over the gun for a second time.

"Could it be they were expecting us, that they know about the hidden mic?"

All this ran through his mind as the foot steps neared, tightening his grip around the handle. He slowly turned, watching as one of the men continued past him to the other corner of the room. He breathed out in relief, removing his hand from within his jacket.

"I'm really out of it, I may need more than just a coffee after all is said and done." Wataru thought to himself.

He then directed his attention over to the man who stood across from where he sat, watching as he pulled out a phone.

"I wonder what this is about."

He kept a casual look on his face, doing his best not to look engaged to what he was doing. He kept a straight face, looking out the window while taking a sip from the mug.

Over five minutes had passed since his last attempt at trying to contact him. He looked on from afar, watching as the man who was standing by stepped away from the window. The opportunity had finally risen, radioing him in the passing seconds.

"What was that all about," Red Robin asked. "Did you happen to hear who he was talking with?"

"Don't have a name," Wataru replied. "But now I know why they've been mute since arriving."

"And why's that?"

"They're supposed to be meeting with someone, who just happens to be on their way now."

"Good work, I'll let the others know right away," Red Robin complimented. "Keep it up, you're doing just fine."

With that said, the transmission between the two came to an end. He slid his phone back into his pocket, readying himself for yet another wait.

He let the others know about what had been said, putting them on alert. It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that he caught sight of a white car driving along from the other side of the road. His eyes continued to follow it, watching it as it parked a few yards away from the entrance of the inn.

"Looks like Takagi heard right."

A man along with one woman exited the car, the two of them heading in through the front entrance. He turned back to the car, noticing there was still someone sitting in the driver seat.

"The engines still running," Juzo noticed. "That must mean they don't plan on staying very long."

The wait had finally come to an end, peaking around from where he sat to see two more people had joined the fray, the man being the only one to have a seat. He then looked to the woman who was blanketed with a scarf, shades, and fancy black hat to top it off.

"Now to see what this whole thing is about." Wataru thought.

He twisted the center piece forward, easing himself into the seat. It didn't take long for them to begin. He closed his eyes as he listened on.

"I'm glad to see you all came early, you know how much I hate waiting."

"So what's the verdict, is Mr. out north in agreement?"

"Of course, he was in from the start."

"That's good to hear."

"We're scheduled to meet for final talks in the next few days, with everything in the last stages."

"And where might we be meeting?"

"He has yet to decide on a location, after all this is his vendetta."

"Would you like my attendance?"

"Most certainly, we'll be doing more than just moving the ice boxes from the casings they're set in."

"Ice boxes... I wonder what that is?"

"Once that is complete we'll be able to move everything to the north tower."

"Sounds good, I'll defiantly be there Mr. Yunge."

"So now we have a name, let's see what else they'll reveal." Wataru thought.

The next couple seconds everything fell silent. He became tempted, glimpsing back from where he sat to see the man who had taken a seat stand back to his feet.

"Would you like to have a look at the new merchandise we received from our out of state friend?"

"Of course," Mr. Yunge replied. "I've been waiting all week to have a look at what's been brought in."

The gentleman sitting directly across stood up as well.

"Amaquel, would you like us to come along?"

"That won't be necessary," Amaquel replied. "You five can stay here and have a drink, once you're finished I want you to head back to Millers to check up on the stocking process."

"How long until we should expect your return?"

"No later than an hour," Amaquel said as he turned to walk. "Right after you Mr. Yunge."

He walked past him with the nod of his head. The woman walked at his side, Amaquel being the last of the three to make his way out. It was finally time for him to report, clicking on the center piece of the communication device.

"Did you get all of that?"

"Loud and clear." Red Robin replied.

"So what's the plan from here?"

"I want you to stay put until the rest of their little group leaves, no use in taking any chances." Red Robin answered.

"What about you?" Wataru asked.

"I'm going to follow after them," Red Robin replied. "There's a good chance we'll gain some extra ground."

"Understood," Wataru said. "I'll stay put until they leave."

"Great, Red Robin out."

He looked up just in time to see him land a few feet away from where he stood.

"What's been going on," Nightwing asked. "You haven't given me an update on what's been going on in there."

"Some guy named Amaquel is taking Brutho Yunge to go have a look at something they just got shipped in," Red Robin informed. "I'm going to follow them, I want you to stay here and wait for the others to come out."

"You sure that's a good idea," Nightwing questioned. "There's no telling what you'll find when you get there."

"In most cases I would have you come along, but I want you to follow the other five when they decide to come out," Red Robin said. "Amaquel said he plans to meet them at Millers."

"Never heard of it."

"Nor have I, which is why I want you to follow them there," Red Robin said. "Contact me if you see or find anything of importance."

"Ditto," Nightwing said in response. "Be careful on your way out, I'd hate for something to happen to you with me heading in a different direction."

"No need to worry, I'll be ok."

"I've heard that one several times over, let's hope that's the case." Nightwing said.

The two of them then directed their attention back down to the roadside, catching sight of Brutho hopping back into the passenger seat of the car he had arrived in.

"Looks like that's my cue."

"Try not to be seen." Nightwing teasingly stated.

"That won't be a problem."

He focused his attention back down to the street, watching as the green car drove off with the white one following close behind. He gave him one last look, Nightwing giving him a wave before he took off.

He kept pace with every stride, making sure not to fall behind. They came to a stop after encountering a red light, which happened on several occasions. He reached into his belt, tossing a tracker down which connected to the side of the car.

"They're heading into a tunnel, don't want to lose them."

He followed the signal, resighting the car once it came out from the other end. They took a left at the next intersection, driving into a darker area of the city. He continued to follow along, feeling a burning sensation in his legs.

"Looks like they're finally beginning to slow up, we must be getting close."

He dropped down to yet another building, looking to see the two cars had come to a stop at a familiar location.

"The docks, can't say I'm surprised."

He looked on from afar, watching as they all exited from the cars. Amaquel took charge as he lead them deeper into the docks. He took this time to glide down, hiding behind the cars once landing. He peaked from behind the trunk to see them turning the corner.

"Gotta keep moving, don't want to lose them."

With that in mind he stood back to his feet, quietly making his way forward. There were many crates stacked around which he used to maneuver his way closer to them without being seen. He hid behind a couple of barrels after watching them come to a stop in front of a large wooden box.

"I wonder what's inside."

"So this is it?"

"Not just in this box, but in those crates as well," Amaquel pointed. "It's all here."

"So what would you like to show me first?" Brutho asked.

"We'll start with the light weights," Amaquel replied. "Then make our way up from there, how's that sound?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Brutho replied.

He grabbed a crowbar which happened to be laying on top of the box, taking it with him as he walked over to a nearby crate. He forcefully jabbed it into the side, plowing it open with the use of his strength. Brutho came to his side, looking to see what was inside.

"So what do you think?" Amaquel asked pulling a strange looking gizmo from within the box.

He gave it a long hard look, bringing a hand to his chin as he did.

"What exactly is it?"

"An electronics disrupter, simply put," Amaquel replied. "It give you the ability to diminish any electrical signals from close range as well as far."

"Does this include communication devices?"

"Anything you can think of," Amaquel confirmed. "From computers to phones even."

"These guys are more stacked than I thought."

"Excellent, this could prove most useful," Brutho said taking the device into his hand. "How many of these do we have manufactured?"

"Besides that one, three," Amaquel replied. "But we can easily have more produced."

"What else do you have to show me?"

"Right this way."Amaquel said leading them back to where the box sat.

He shoved the crowbar into the small crack at the top, doing his best to force it open.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you about," Amaquel said. "I was wondering how your brother has been doing, I haven't heard you mention Lemare in quite some time."

"Why would I," Brutho said. "He wants nothing to do with any of this."

"That doesn't mean the two of you can't still talk."

"That's one road I have no interest on going down." Brutho stated.

The top of the wooden box flew to the ground in the seconds that past, revealing an armored glove. It was obvious it was heavy from the way it looked, coupled in with its outside features. He lifted a brow at the sight of it, more than interested to find out what its capabilities were.

"It may look harmless, but this handy dandy glove has its specialties." Amaquel said sliding it on.

"Intrigue me." Brutho said taking a step back.

Once it was securely strapped on, he clicked down to a button located on the side. Brutho watched as a mini missile appeared on the top of the glove.

"Three inches wide, six inches long," Amaquel stated. "It may not look very dangerous, but these little guys sure pack a punch."

"Why don't you give us a demonstration."

"As you wish." Amaquel said taking aim at a couple barrels.

"You've got to be kidding me."

He fired away with little hesitation, hearing the booming sound it made after being launched. They all watched as the barrels were disintegrated along with several other crates right before their eyes.

"Most impressive." The woman said more than pleased with the results.

"Couldn't agree more." Brutho said with a few claps.

"Is there anything else you would like to see?" Amaquel asked with a smirk forming across his face.

"No, that will do for now," Brutho replied. "I think I've seen enough to keep me satisfied."

"I'm glad you're as excited as I," Amaquel said. "It seems we have our enemies edged out in fire power."

"Indeed we do," Brutho said while looking down at his watch. "The morning is young, and we still have time before sun rise."

"What are you implying?" The woman asked.

"You'll know when we get there," Brutho said. "Come, we'll be there in the next twenty minutes if we hurry."

"What about this mess?" Amaquel asked pointing to the scene the missile had created.

"Leave it," Brutho stated. "We'll have all this cleaned up by to night."

"Your call." Amaquel said.

With that the four of them left the scene.

He patiently waited from where he stood, feeling the winds picking up from the west side. It was only a matter of time before they came out, radioing him as soon as they did.

"Megure it's Nightwing."

"What's going on?"

"I'm sure you have a clear view of those men coming out from the inn," Nightwing began. "Once officer Takagi comes out I want the two of you to follow them."

"What about you?"

"I'll be doing the same from above," Nightwing replied. "Try not to keep a clear path when you drive, we don't want them catching onto you."

"Understood."

"Don't panic if you lose them on the roadway," Nightwing said. "I'll keep you updated on their whereabouts."

"Any idea where they're going?" Juzo asked.

"Some place called Millers."

"Can't say I've heard of it."

"That puts us in the same boat." Nightwing stated.

"What's the plan when we get there?"

"Pin pointing another one of their hideouts is the main focus," Nightwing replied. "We'll decide on what to do once we get there."

"Couldn't think of anything better myself."

It had been a close call, one of many he'd experienced throughout his life. He felt a sharp pain surging down at his left side, looking down to see blood flowing downward.

"Looks like I wasn't able to fully dodge the brunt of that explosion."

He slowly sat up from where he hid, stepping past the crates with a deep breath.

"Now the question becomes, where," Red Robin said. "Where did they get these weapons from, we found no record of any of these shipments."

He then looked toward one of the crates, noticing a small insignia on the side. He moved in closer to give it a better look, instantly recognizing what it was after falling to a knee.

"And just when I thought things couldn't get any more complex," Red Robin thought to himself. "LexCorp."

Blood continued to drip from his wound as he stood back to his feet, sucking up the pain as he reached for his grappler.

"Gotta get back to the base," Red Robin said. "But first I need to get to hire ground."

He slowly made his way around the crates that laid piled onto to each other, arriving back to where he had come from to see both cars had already driven off. He used the grappler to latch himself back to the roof tops. Doubt slowly began crawling in with each passing minute. His breaths became shallow, finding his eyes flashing from time to time. He tried radioing Nightwing who didn't respond.

"My luck can't get any better."

There was no way he was going to make it. Those were the thoughts that ran through his mind as he jumped frome one building to the next. He felt his body tensing up as he continued on, an idea popping into his mind after leaping past yet another building.

"Agasa, I could go see him," Red Robin thought. "His house isn't too far from my position, he should be able to help me out."

He rerouted where he was going, knowing time was of the essence. He took each step at a time, the pain at his side reaching its peak after soaring down into a dark ally. He gazed up at the sky while taking a seconds rest.

"Only have about an hour until sun rise, don't have much time left."

He remained in the shadows, keeping himself hidden from any possibilities of being spotted. It didn't take long for him to arrive in front of the house. He took a few steps back from where he stood, lunging forward with a leaping flip over the gate.

"Should be able to get in through one of the windows like I did last time."

That's exactly what he did. It was dark once inside, closing the window once inside. He slowly made his way, doing his best not to make any noise.

"Now to find his room."

He came to a brief stop, looking down from where he stood to see a light flashing from down stairs.

"Looks like it's coming from the computer, which means he's still up."

With that in mind he quietly made his way down the stairs, doing his best to keep a clear head. It didn't take long for him to reach the bottom, looking over to the computer to see that no one was there. He walked over, slightly stumbling forward. Luckily he was able to catch himself with the use of the desk. At this point his vision began to blur, trying his best to see what was on the screen.

"Is that me?"

He finally got a clear view of what was on the screen, surprised to see a picture of himself along with an article below.

"Why would Agasa care to look me up?"

It was quiet throughout the house, the only sound coming from the running computer. He pushed away from the desk, turning as he did.

"Maybe he's not here, I don't think his car was out front if I can recall," Red Robin said. "But why leave the computer on?"

He took a step forward, groaning from the sharpening pain at his side. It wasn't until then that he heard foot steps from the upper floor, putting him on full alert.

"Back so soon," She spoke from above. "I wasn't expecting you back until the morning."

He had completely forgotten all about her, listening as she made her way down the stairs.

"She can't find out, not now... not like this."

There was only one option, and that was to hide. She dropped down from the last step, immediately heading toward the computer to see no one was there.

"That's strange," Ai thought with her hands falling down at her side. "I could have sworn I heard someone."

It was faint, but just enough for her to hear. She turned toward the basement door, slowly walking over. She came to a stop once reaching it, swinging the door to the side to see no one was inside.

"It must just be one of those mornings."

She softly closed the door, feeling a sudden coolness come over her. She brought her hands to the sides of her arms, shivering as she turned back to the stairs. It didn't take long for her to notice one of the windows from upstairs was wide open.

"I don't recall leaving any windows open."

Ai made her way back up. She noticed a trail of something upon the stairs as she continued on, to dark for her to see what it was. She came to a stop once reaching the window, tightly closing it to block out the cool morning breeze.

"That takes care of that."

She then directed her attention to the ground to see that's where the trail had come to an end. She kneeled down, reaching forward to feel a warm wetness. This was a little discomforting, causing her to stand back to her feet. It wasn't until she held her hand out to the window that she clearly saw what it was.

"Blood... ?"

It had been one of those laid back kind of nights. He didn't awake until after nine later that morning. He pushed up from where he laid, looking around to see no one was in the room but him. He stretched his arms after getting out of bed, making his way over to the drawer. He turned on his phone after getting dressed, finding he had a couple missed calls. A soft knock came from the other side of the door which caused him to look that way.

"One moment."

He walked op to the door, opening it to find Ran standing on the other side.

"Good morning." Conan said stepping out from the room.

"Have you heard from Tim?"

"He tried calling when I was asleep," Conan said. "But I haven't spoken with him since yesterday, why do you ask?"

"Can you try calling him now?"

"Why," Conan asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Sonoko's been trying to reach him all morning about picking up her phone," Ran replied. "But every time she's called he hasn't answered."

"Why doesn't she just walk over to his apartment and knock on the door," Conan suggested. "His phones off half the time anyway, that will assure he wakes up."

"That's an even better idea." Ran said heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Conan asked.

"We're going to go see him ourselves," Ran replied. "I could use a morning walk, cant you?"

"Sure, just give me a minute." Conan replied.

"I'll be down stairs, don't take too long."

"I won't." Conan assured.

He pulled his phone out after watching her head out the front door. He tried calling him only to be greeted by the answering machine. He tried once more, gaining the same results.

"His phones not off," Conan thought to himself. "So why isn't he answering?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 55

Double Hit

It was a bright morning. Very few clouds could be seen drifting throughout the sky. The sound of an ice cream truck could be heard in the near distance as they crossed the street. She looked down at him after they arrived to the other side, a look of concern coming upon her face.

"Conan is everything ok," Ran asked. "You're not your usual talkative self this morning."

"I'm fine," Conan assured. "Just a little tired is all."

"How late were you up for?"

"Just until eleven." Conan replied looking up at her.

"What were you still doing up at that time of hour?" Ran asked.

"Just a lot of thinking," Conan answered. "I couldn't sleep."

"You must have a lot on your mind," Ran said. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"It's nothing really, I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

Conan nodded in response. They continued to pave their way, looking forward to see the apartment complex just up ahead.

"You've been up in his room a lot, I was wondering if Dick stays there as well."

"No, he's staying at his own apartment about a mile up."

"I wonder why that is."

"It probably has something to do with space." Conan said. "That's the only thing I could think of."

"I'm bound to agree with you." Ran said as they approached the front entrance.

They stepped inside to be greeted by the air conditioning which circulated throughout the lobby. Conan took the lead as they walked toward the elevator. They made their way up, heading down the hall to the right side. They came to a stop once reaching the door to his room.

"Do you think he's inside?" Ran asked.

"Where else would he be?" Conan said while giving the door two solid knocks.

The two of them stood in silence, watching as the door slowly cracked open in the following moments.

"Oh, hey Ran."

"It's not just me," Ran said pulling Conan to her side. "Conan came along as well."

"Glad to see you stopped by." Tim smilingly said while slightly closing the gap.

"Uh.. aren't you going to invite us in?" Conan asked.

"About that," Tim said with a pause. "I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"In the middle of what?" Conan asked.

"I'll tell you what," Tim said looking down at him. "Give me an hour, I'll be done by then."

He tried closing the door only to have Ran spring her hand forward to keep him from doing so.

"Hold it right there."

"Ran, I don't have time for this." Tim said keeping a firm grip.

"What's wrong," Ran said trying to peak into the room. "Is there some girl in there with you?"

"I can assure you there is no one in here but me," Tim stated. "I have something I really need to get done."

"Can you at least give me Sonoko's phone," Ran asked. "She been yapping about getting it back all morning."

"I may have misplaced it, but I'll find it as soon as I'm done here," Tim said. "I promise I won't be long, I'll even bring it to your house if you prefer."

She gazed at him for awhile longer, finally lowering her hand from the door.

"I'll be waiting."

"Thanks, I really appreciate this." Tim said before stepping back with the close of the door.

This left them standing in the quietness of the hall for a second time. Ran turned to walk with Conan following at her side.

"Why didn't he let us in," Conan thought. "Something must have happened last night, but what?"

It wasn't until after noon that he finally arrived at the office, dragging himself along as he made his way through the hallway. He was still half asleep, dropping his left hand up against the the wall to take a moments rest. Without realizing he found his eyes closed, listening to the sound of someone walking from behind. He reopened his eyes, turning to see Miwako had come to a stop at his side.

"I've been trying to reach you all morning," Miwako said noticing his lingering posture. "You look exhausted, how long were you up last night?"

"I was looking over something involving a case I'm working," Wataru said. "I don't recall what time I fell asleep, some time after two I believe."

"How about lunch," Miwako suggested. "You look like you could use a little something to get the day started."

He took a few moments to think about it, nodding his head.

"What time were you thinking?"

"How does one thirty sound?"

"That works for me," Wataru said giving his watch a look. "Where would you like to go?"

"I'll leave that up to you." Miwako replied.

The two of them turned at the sound of someone coming to a stop from behind.

"Takagi, Sato," Ninzaburo said joining the two. "Megure would like to have a word with the both of you in his office."

"What about?" Miwako asked.

"He didn't say."

They looked to one another, wondering just what it was he wanted to speak to them about.

"It sounded important," Ninzaburo added. "I'd head over there right away."

He walked back into the direction he had come, leaving the two of them standing alone. Wataru lead the way as they made their way to his office, arriving within the next minute. He gave the door a knock before taking a step to the side.

"Come on in." Juzo said from the other side.

Miwako was the first of the two to enter the room. He sat at the desk with his hands rested out in front of him.

"Would you like me to shut the door?" Miwako asked.

"That won't be necessary," Juzo said. "This won't take long."

"We're listening."

"I'd like to start with the explosion of that car that took place near the fire station," Juzo said. "Did you ever find out the name of the victim?"

"Maru Hou," Miwako replied. "They were able to confirm this through his dental records."

"That leads into my next question," Juzo continued. "Do we know what his occupation was?"

Miwako nodded.

"He was a part time security guard at a cemetery," Miwako informed. "Usually working the night shifts."

"Do we know what he was doing up at that fire station?"

"No, but I can look into it."

"That would be great."

"I'll get on it right away." Miwako said.

"Let me know what you find out."

She left the room from there.

"How do you feel Takagi?"

"Tired."

"Good work last night," Juzo complimented. "You handled yourself quite well."

"When do we plan to exploit everything we've learned?" Wataru asked.

"Not until we know who their business partners are," Juzo replied. "That way we can try and lock down this whole operation."

"What did you want to see me about?"

"These recent killings have picked up some media heat, which has lead to a lot of outsiders coming in," Juzo informed. "They're holding a press conference right where the last murder occurred, I'd like for you to be there on our departments behalf."

"What do you want me to say?" Wataru asked.

"Not too much, but enough."

"When is this being held?"

"It starts in twenty minutes," Juzo replied. "So I'd head down there now."

"Right away."

"Let me know how things go when you get back."

Wataru nodded his head, heading for the door to make his way out.

"Looks like I'll be late for lunch."

There was much on his mind, deciding to take the stairs instead of the elevator like he had done most other days. He arrived down into the lobby shortly after. The sound of something bubbling from his side grabbed his attention, looking to see a fish tank up against the far wall.

"Don't recall that being there, it must have got imported some time this morning."

He made his way out the door, hearing the sound of someone whistle from behind after only taking a couple steps. He turned around to find him standing with his back pressed up to the side of the wall.

"Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"And I was under the impression you wouldn't be more than an hour," Conan said looking down at his watch. "It's well past two now."

"Didn't know it would take that long." Tim admitted.

"What were you doing in there anyway?"

"Cleaning up from this mornings unexpected episode."

"What happened this morning?"

"The meeting we were expecting to take place tonight was rescheduled for this morning," Tim replied. "I tried calling but you didn't answer, which can be expected given the time it was."

"Sorry I wasn't able to be there," Conan said. "So what were you able to find out?"

"More than we were expecting," Tim said. "Not only did we find another of Brutho's stocking facilities, but we also know where they've been importing half of their weaponry from."

"And where might that be?"

"It seems the Outworlders have a deal going with LexCorp."

"Can't say I'm too surprised at this point," Conan said. "First ROTI, and now this."

"You're telling me."

"But that still doesn't explain why you didn't let us in earlier."

"I still had some cleaning up to do."

"Cleaning.. what kind of cleaning?"

"After splitting with Nightwing and the others a small incident occurred," Tim replied. "To make a long story short I found myself wounded, barely making it back to the apartment under my own strength."

"What happened when you got back?"

"I had lost a lot of blood, and by the time I got my hands on the first aid I fell unconscious," Tim informed. "Luckily Nightwing came to check on me after I didn't respond to any of his calls."

"So you spent these past few hours cleaning up blood?"

"That's pretty much it in a nut shell." Tim confirmed. "After getting my wound sewed up I went straight to work on cleaning everything up."

He pushed away from the wall, walking up to him after doing so.

"Not bad," Conan stated. "And here I thought you were going to come up with another one of your stories."

He reached into his pocket, only taking him a few seconds to pull it out.

"I had planned on giving it to her myself," Tim said handing him the phone. "But since you're here I'll let you take it with you."

"You don't want to come along?"

"Still rather tired, I just plan taking it easy for the rest of the day," Tim said. "On another note, how come Ran didn't come along?"

"You lucked out," Conan said. "She got caught up with something on TV."

"That would explain why she didn't call."

He secured the phone into his pocket, taking only a few steps before looking back at him.

"When should I expect to see you again?"

"Probably some time tomorrow," Tim replied. "Unless something comes up of course, I'll let you know if that's the case."

"Gotcha."

The city conference had taken longer than he had expected, not arriving back to the police station until after four. He could hear all of the commotion going on before entering through the front door, walking in to find a new group of criminals being checked in. He looked from side to side in attempt to find her, having no such luck.

"I see you're finally back," Juzo said coming to his side. "So how did everything go?"

"The press had lots of questions, as did many others," Wataru replied. "It was crowded just like I thought it would be."

"So what did you say when asked about the recent murders?"

"I didn't say anything," Wataru informed. "Matsumoto was there as well, he did all of the talking."

"And here I thought he was out of town on business."

"Have you seen Sato around by any chance," Wataru asked. "I was supposed to meet with her a couple hours ago."

"Sorry to say, but you just missed her," Juzo said. "She took off no longer than ten minutes ago."

"Any idea where to?"

"I didn't ask, but what I can tell you is she left in a hurry."

"I wonder why that is." Wataru thought.

"I'll be in my office if you need me." Juzo said before leaving his side.

He took this time to pull out his phone, immediately calling her after doing so. It rang and rang, no one answering from the other line.

"Looks like we'll have to reschedule."

The sky darkened as the day progressed, a margin of damp clouds drifted in from the south side. A cold chill past through the city as the night neared, making for a gloomy ending to the day. The next morning brought a light shower, the sound of the rain touching down to the outside wall being what awoke him. He rolled out of bed after laying for over two extra minutes. He then got dressed before heading into the bathroom.

"Yet another Monday, and another week of school," Conan thought to himself. "How I've been looking forward to this."

He exited the bathroom after brushing his teeth and washing his face. It was quiet all throughout. He looked into the office on his way down the stairwell to find that no one was inside.

"I guess that makes me the last one out."

He made his way down to find his friends waiting for him at the left side of the sidewalk.

"I told you he would be out in under five minutes." Genta stated.

"That was a first." Mitsuhiko said.

"What are you guys talking about?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"He said you wouldn't be out for another ten minutes," Genta replied. "And I said you would be out in under five."

"So, it's one of those things."

"Conan, did Agasa tell you about Space Inc?" Ayumi asked.

"What's Space Inc?"

"He hasn't given us the full details," Mitsuhiko replied. "But he said he'll bring us along when it opens up in the next week or so."

"When did you guys stop over at his house?"

"This morning when we went to see if Haibara wanted to walk to school with us," Mitsuhiko answered. "Turns out she had already left before we got there."

"And that's when we came here to see if you were still home." Genta added.

"Anyone know what we're going to be doing in class?" Ayumi asked as the group began walking.

"We have an upcoming test a week from now," Mitsuhiko reminded. "So I'd assume we'll probably be doing a lot of review and note taking."

"I hate taking notes." Genta muttered.

He kept to himself for most of the walk there, listening on as his friends continued to chat. They arrived into the school yard shortly after, the four of them heading straight for the entrance.

"I wonder what Space Inc is all about," Conan thought to himself. "I'm also curious to know how long Agasa has known about it."

He bumped into several other students on his way to class, the halls being just as crowded as any other regular day. They arrived into class to find that most everyone was already seated, the four of them quickly doing the same. Everyone pulled out their supplies for the day, all ready to begin before the bell rang. Not even four minutes into class he could see her looking his way. He did the same in return only to have her focus her attention back to the front of the room.

"I wonder what that was about," Conan thought. "Is there something I did?"

It rested to the back of his mind through the remainder of class, occasionally looking her way. Sumiko opened up one of the windows at about noon to help bring in some fresh air to help cool the hot room. He didn't take very many notes from the slide show they watched, being one of the first to pack up as the end of the school day neared.

"Just a few more minutes, and then we're home free."

He tapped his pencil to the side of his desk, resting it onto the side of his ear after hearing the sound of the bell ring. He dropped down from his seat, making his way out of the room along with everyone else.

"Be safe, and don't forget to study." Sumiko said on their way out.

"We won't." Ayumi said assuringly.

He came to a stop after arriving into the hall, looking around in attempt at finding her. He didn't have to search long, turning just in time to see her step up to his left side.

"We need to talk."

"I figured that much," Conan said. "So what exactly is it you want to dicuss?"

"Aren't you two coming?" Genta called out as he continued walking.

"Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day?" Ai asked.

"Not that I know of." Conan replied.

"Good, then that means you can come over," Ai said as she turned to walk. "We'll talk there."

He waited for a couple seconds longer, closely following behind his friends.

"I wonder what she could possibly want to talk to me about?"

This kept him on edge the whole way there. The others went their separate ways after a couple blocks of walking, leaving just the two of them. He turned to face her, waiting to hear what she had to say. She didn't respond, simply keeping her sights set forward as they walked. He continued to follow her step for step, the two taking another turn which brought them within view of the house.

"Where were you yesterday morning?" Ai finally spoke as they approached the gate.

"Yesterday morning?"

"From 3:00 to 6:00 A.M?" Ai specified.

"Asleep of course," Conan replied. "Why do you ask?"

She didn't answer, opening the gate for the two of them to enter. Everything was becoming more confusing by the second. He didn't know what to think, becoming a little concerned as they made their way in through the front door. He closed the door once in, looking over to see Ai standing in the center of the room.

"Take off your bag."

He raised a brow, tossing it to the side in compliance with what was instructed of him.

"Haibara, what is this about?"

"Now.." Ai said taking a few steps toward him. "Remove your shirt."

His eyes widened, reacting with a step back of his own.

"My shirt?"

"Was I not clear," Ai asked taking yet another step forward. "The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can leave."

"Get what over with?"

The sun rested behind a group of clouds, helping to keep the mild temperature they were experiencing. He walked alongside the road, looking to the sky with his hands comfortly rested into the depths of his pocket. He turned at the sound of someone running up to his side, finding a warming smile upon her face.

"Where are you going in such a hurry," Ran asked after coming to a stop. "You're usually one of the last to leave the school."

"Homework will do that to you once in awhile."

"Still cleaning up that gasoline spill from yesterday?"

"Gasoline spill," Tim thought. "What is she talking about?"

"Conan told me all about it," Ran continued. "Having something resting in the carpet like that can be dangerous."

"Can't believe that's what he came up with," Tim thought. "I'll have to hand him ten points for creativity."

"What were you doing with gasoline in your room anyway?"

"Long story."

"How about coming over after you finish your homework," Ran asked. "We could have another go at a few of those games."

"I thought you would be tired of losing at this point," Tim teasingly said. "Considering me and your father bested you and Conan three to one in that last set."

"That wasn't my fault." Ran said with the turn of her head.

"So are you implying it was Conan's?"

"Of course not," Ran said. "We just had a little bad luck, that's all."

"On another note, why did you leave school so soon," Tim asked. "Don't you have practice today?"

"Not until Wednesday," Ran replied. "They're using the training area to set up a small book shop, which will be there for the next two days."

"Guess that leaves you with a little extra time, have anything planned?"

"No, but I'll probably use that extra time for any unfinished assignments."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Well I have to make a stop at the store before I head home," Ran said before turning back. "Try and be over if you can."

"Will do."

He watched as she skipped off into the opposite direction, removing his hands from his pockets as he made his way across the street. There was much running through his mind as he walked, arriving at the front of the apartment building to find him standing up against a light pole nearby.

"How'd school go?"

"Pretty solid day." Tim said heading his way. "What are you doing here?"

"Came to discuss details regarding the most recent death." Dick replied as he pushed up from the pole.

"What do you have?"

"The explosion of that car was triggered by a wire which was connected to the driver side door," Dick informed. "The thing is the car didn't explode until seconds after he took a seat."

"What do you think it means?"

"It's just like you and Conan predicted," Dick stated. "Whoever is behind this is sending us a warning for something, foreshadowing a hidden message."

"Now I get it," Tim said. "The bomb that was connected to the car was timer based."

"And Now we need to figure out what its relevance is to the next planned attack."

"Do we know the exact time it took for the bomb to go off after the wire was sprung?"

He shook his head from side to side in response.

"Sorry, but no."

"Then we need to head back down there," Tim said. "There could be a surveillance camera or two that could have gotten a shot of when it all happened."

"Why do we need to know how long it took for the explosion to occur?"

"This whole thing is about time and numbers," Tim replied. "That's how the culprit has been communicating to us from the beginning."

"I'll see what I can find," Dick said. "You plan on coming along?"

"I already have enough on my hands, Katina Sugo has returned to Japan, checking into a hotel in Osaka just this morning," Tim informed. "Which means I should be on the look out for Deadshot."

"Why is she in Osaka?"

"On business," Tim replied. "I've been keeping tabs on her activity since arriving here."

"When do you plan on going down there?"

"In the next few day perhaps," Tim said giving it some thought. "I'll probably give Heiji a call before I go, there's something he might be able to help me with."

"I'll go look into that request of yours, who knows how much time we have left before this guy strikes again."

"Thanks Dick," Tim said. "Let me know what you find."

"Sue thing."

With that he made his way in past the sliding doors. He took a seat at the desk once arriving into the room. He clicked on the power to the computer, sitting back as he waited for it to load. His phone rang in the next few minutes, pulling it from his side to see who it was.

"Don't have time to chat with Sonoko, I have enough on my agenda as it is."

Nearly an hour passed as he went through all the clues left behind, trying to piece everything together. He looked away from the computer at the sound of someone knocking from the other side of the door. He stood up from where he sat, making his way over.

"What are you doing here." Tim asked after opening the door.

"We need to talk," Conan replied. "Can I come in, this time?"

He stepped to the side, allowing for him to walk in. He closed the door before following after him.

"How come you didn't tell me you stopped by Agasa's after getting injured?"

"How did you know about that?"

"A trail of your blood was left behind upon the stairs," Conan replied. "Haibara tested your blood that next morning."

"And?"

"Turns out you and I have the same blood type," Conan informed. "She mistook your blood for being mine, she even knew what part of the body the blood came from."

"Is that so?"

"That's why she gave my upper body a look, to check for any severe cuts," Conan said. "She's probably just as suspicious of me as she is of you at this point."

"What did you say to her when confronted about it?"

"The truth, I told her I wasn't there that morning," Conan replied. "Like I said before, I'm done lying to those closest to me."

"I understand."

"She's closing in on you," Conan continued. "At this point you only have two options."

He jumped up to the end of the bed to have a seat, looking directly into his eyes after doing so.

"Either you sit back and wait for her to figure it out, or you can simply tell her yourself," Conan said. "So, what's it going to be?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 56

Big Strike

He looked away, not responding to the question. Conan watched as he made his way out onto the balcony, deciding to join him a short time later. The two of them stood there, staring into the far distance. The sky darkened by the minute.

"So, what do you plan to do?"

"I don't know," Tim replied. "I really don't."

"Will you at least think about it?"

"I already have for the past week," Tim stated. "Some decisions don't come easy, especially when there's multiple factors to weigh in."

Things fell silent between them. He looked down at his watch after another couple minutes past, resting his hands into his pockets to help keep warm from the chilling breeze.

"It's almost seven," Conan said turning away from the railing. "I better get going."

"Would you like me to accompany you on the way there?"

"I'll manage."

He closed the door on his way out, leaning slightly forward as he made his way through the hall.

"Maybe he's right, maybe it's better she doesn't know," Conan thought. "But that doesn't mean she won't find out."

The thick clouds that filled the sky began to drift away as the night progressed, paving the way for the moons welcoming light. Everything was quiet in the room, throughout the whole house for that matter. It ticked past twelve, signaling the arrival of a new day. The coolness of the night air creeped in, finding its way under the sheets. It didn't take long for a response, opening her eyes at the sudden change in temperature.

"I don't recall leaving the window open."

She rolled out of bed, yawning as she made her way through the darkness. She closed the window once reaching it, rubbing her arms with a shiver. She then turned back for the bed, immediately feeling herself forced up against the wall with a hand falling across her lips. Her eyes widened, watching as the dark figure moved in closer.

"Don't be alarmed, I'm only here to talk."

He released his grip on her, taking a step back as she switched on a night light which sat atop her dresser. She smiled after seeing who it was, having a seat at the end of her bed with the cross of her legs.

"To what do I owe the honor?"

"I'm looking for Kaitou Kid, it's important that I have a word with him."

"And what makes you think I know of his whereabouts?"

"I'm not here to play games with you Koizumi," Red Robin declare. "One way or another, you're going to tell me where he is."

"Great, first he sneaks into my room, and now he's giving me orders," Akako said looking away. "What's next?"

"I'm not his enemy, and I'm most certainly not here to fight with you," Red Robin said. "All I want to do is clarify something."

"What's in it for me?"

"A pat on the shoulder after I clear his name," Red Robin replied. "Now where can I find him?"

"Don't know."

"Not the answer I was looking for."

"Sorry," Akako apologized. "But I haven't seen him for the past two days."

"Any idea where he might be?"

"Out of town," Akako replied. "He frequently goes on trips from time to time."

He looked into her eyes, not completely sold on whether to believe her or not. She looked down toward her arms, rubbing them for a second time.

"So, how did you know where to find me?"

She looked up to find that he was gone, glimpsing over to see her window swaying back and forth from the soft breeze. She uncrossed her legs, making her way back over to close it.

"No one just drops in unannounced and leaves like that," Akako thought to herself. "He hasn't seen the last of me."

The next morning began at a fast pace. Many came in and out of his office through the first few hours of him arriving.

"Megure, there's someone else here to see you." Ninzaburo said walking into the room.

"Anyone that I know?"

He nodded.

"It's that Grayson kid," Ninzaburo informed. "He said he has something important to tell you in regards to the killings that have been taking place."

"Send him on in."

"Right away."

He left the room from there, giving him a moments rest from all of the commotion. It didn't take long for him to make his way in, closing the door to help block out all of the sounds.

"There's a lot going on here today," Dick said. "Even outside of the station for that matter."

"That's what happens when you have a loose serial killer," Juzo stated. "So what do you have for me?"

"I actually had a question."

"Which is?"

"All of the officers that were killed by the culprit, what was their relation," Dick asked. "Did any of them know each other, attend the same school perhaps?"

"That's a really good question," Juzo said giving it some thought. "I'll have Shiratori look into that."

"If we're able to tie up some of these loose ends we may be one step closer to finding who this guy is."

"Is there anything else you need to know?"

"That will do for now," Dick replied. "But I'll be back if the situation calls for it."

"I'll be here."

The light finally turned red after nearly a minute of waiting, allowing for him to cross over to the other side. He checked the time on his watch after making it over. It was twenty three after four, picking up the pace as he approached the forest. He made his way down to the base shortly after, walking in to find him sitting in front of the computer.

"Shinichi," Tim said turning to face him. "What are you doing here?"

He pulled up the other chair, taking a seat at his side at the side of him.

"Do you have something I can write with?" Conan asked.

".. Sure."

He reached over to his left, handing him a pen along with a book.

"That gives you something to write on." Tim said.

Conan pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from within his pocket, immediately jotting something down. He looked on from over his shoulder, wondering just what it was he was writing. He placed it onto the desk once finished.

"2wo birdS 0ne STONE, at dawns end," Tim read. "Mind telling me what that means?"

"It's what was written on the note left behind at the most recent crime scene," Conan replied. "I've been going over multiple scenarios on what it could all mean, but I thought it would be nice to have your input as well."

He gave the message a harder look, taking all elements into account.

"After reading the message for a first time I only got one thing out of it," Conan said. "Almost as if it was pointing to two people, and a certain time."

"You mean two more possible hits?"

Conan nodded.

"But then I realized just how obvious that would be," Conan said. "There's defiantly a deeper meaning to it."

"What if we switched the 2wo and the 0ne, and then took the S from the end of bird," Tim said. "We could then add that capital S to the end of STONE."

"Which would then read '0ne bird 2wo STONES, at dawns end'," Conan said. "But what could it mean in those terms?"

"Think about it," Tim said. "What if the first part of the message is referring to a person, with the second part alluding to two different locations?"

"Hmm, you do make a point," Conan said. "But that still doesn't explain the use of the combined numbers and letters."

"Not to mention the last part of the message," Tim added. "At dawns end.... what could it possibly mean?"

"There's one last thing I forgot to tell you."

"Which is?"

"There was a small portion of sugar found in the plastic bag along with the note," Conan informed. "A cup to be exact."

"Sugar," Tim questioned. "What could the culprit be trying to communicate to us?"

"Your guess is good as mine," Conan said. "I still haven't been able to wrap my finger around that one."

The two sat in silence for the next minute, thinking of any other possible combinations in which to sort the numbers and words. The door slid open a short time later, causing the two of them to look over.

"It's quiet in here," Dick said after entering. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, you're fine," Conan said. "Just working up a possible meaning to the latest note left behind."

"Hey Tim, were you able to hack back into the Echo 2118 network again?"

"Sure did," Tim replied. "Looks like Brutho and his acquaintance Amaquel have their next scheduled meeting planned for this Thursday."

"Where at?" Conan asked.

"Down in Osaka," Tim replied. "I already called Heiji about the matter, we're supposed to meet when I get there."

"Did he agree to help?" Dick asked.

"He didn't answer his phone," Tim replied. "But I left him a message, so I'm positive he'll get back to me whenever he gets the chance."

"What about you," Conan asked. "What have you been doing all day?"

"Just got back from the police station," Dick replied. "Had a little talk with Megure."

"About what?"

"I wanted to know if any of the victims had anything else in common besides working for the police force," Dick replied. "What I was able to find online was pretty limited."

"There will always be a few road blocks here and there." Conan said.

"Isn't Ms. Sugo supposed to be in Osaka as well," Dick asked. "Looks like you'll have your hands full."

"No need to tell me," Tim said. "But it's nothing that I can't handle."

"When do you plan on going?" Conan asked.

"After school tomorrow, which reminds me," Tim said looking toward Dick. "Could you call the school and get me excused, I'll only miss one day."

"No problem."

He dropped down from the chair after checking the time on his watch.

"Four is fast approaching, and I still have some homework to get to," Conan said making his way to the door. "Thanks for your input, and make sure to call if you happen to discover anything."

"Will do." Tim said.

He left from there, with the door sliding shut moments after. He walked over to the wall from behind, leaning back while looking to the ceiling.

"I did a little extra looking into that whole LexCorp deal."

"And what were you able to find?" Tim asked while clicking down to the computer mouse.

"Nothing," Dick replied. "Luthor must be really under wraps with this stuff."

"That is if he knows about it."

"What are you implying?"

"There's always the possibility that someone else within the company is orchestrating everything," Tim replied. "I'm not saying that's the case or what I believe, it's just something to think about."

"Can't argue with you there," Dick said. "I'll keep that in mind when I begin searching again."

He arrived back at the detective agency after a good thirty minute walk, deciding to stop by the office before heading up stairs. He walked in to find Kogoro sitting at the desk, surprised to see all the lights were off.

"What are you doing in the dark?" Conan asked reaching for the switch.

"The electricity went out over an hour ago." Kogoro informed.

He pushed the switch up which confirmed this, looking back at him after doing so.

"Is Ran here?"

"She left a short time before the lights went out," Kogoro replied. "She took her bag with her to some after school meet, so I wouldn't expect her to be back any time soon."

"What meet," Conan thought. "She never said anything about that."

"What about you," Kogoro asked. "Where have you been for the past hour?"

"I was at the park hanging with my friends," Conan replied. "The wind started to pick up, so we decided to call it a day."

"What's wrong with a little wind," Kogoro questioned. "It never stopped me from doing what I enjoyed when I was your age."

"Never mind," Conan muttered while turning for the exit. "I'll be up stairs."

He took each step at a time, coming to a stop after reaching the door. He paused at the sudden flash of light from the left side of his face. He looked down the staircase to see no one was there.

"That's the second time this month," Conan thought to himself. "... Am I seeing things?"

He stood there for a few moments longer, his eyes fixated to the exit down below. He looked away with a huff, turning the knob with a push. He slid off his shoes once inside, heading over to the far corner of the room. He took a seat once there, welcoming the darkness of the room.

"Maybe I'm just a little on edge," Conan thought. "That must be what it is."

He laid his head back, closing his eyes as he slowly drifted off.

The next morning brought a clear start, getting dressed before doing anything else like he did every other morning. He reached for the switch, flipping it up and down to see the electricity was still out.

"That's one way to start the day," Conan said sliding on his bag. "Hopefully everything's up and going after school."

He left minutes later. Traffic was calm on his way to school, only the sight of a few cars driving by every minute or so.

"Almost there."

The front of the school yard was packed when he arrived. It didn't take long for him to locate his friends, looking to the right side of the field to see them waving over at him.

"Hey Conan, are you going to come with us after school?" Ayumi asked.

"Where are you guys going?" Conan asked making his way over.

"We're following Haibara," Mitsuhiko replied. "Dr. Agasa is going to tell us about the opening of Space Inc."

"That is something I've been wanting to hear about," Conan said. "You can defiantly count me in."

"I'm looking forward to it myself." Genta said.

"We have five minutes until class begins," Mitsuhiko informed. "Why don't we head in early?"

"Last one there carries everyone's bags after school." Ayumi said running off.

"Why?" Conan asked only to watch everyone else take off as well.

"I give up."

There was no one to be seen once arriving. He made his way past the entrance door, the sound of voices in the near distance being what lead his way. He stopped once reaching the cafeteria.

"I wonder what everyone is doing in here."

He took a few moments to look around, heading over to where she sat after spotting her looking over something in front of her.

"Do you always come in this early?" Tim asked having a seat across from her.

"The electricity is currently off back home," Ran informed. "So I decided to come here, at least I have some light so I can read."

"What is all of this," Tim asked looking from one table to the next. "Some kind of study hall?"

"You could say that," Ran said with the close of the book. "Are you going to be busy after school?"

"Not until after six," Tim replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I was wondering if you would like to come and check out the book stand they have set up," Ran answered. "Sonoko is coming along as well, the three of us could go together."

"But I thought that it was only for Monday and Tuesday"

"They extended it an extra day because of its success," Ran informed. "It would b nice if you would come along, besides you might find something to your liking."

He gave it a moments thought, looking at her with the tilt of his head.

"Sure, why not."

"Great," Ran said pleased with his decision. "You won't be disappointed."

Each step was more draining than the last, feeling his muscles tense up with every passing second. He sucked it up, doing his best to keep up with the others.

"I can't believe they actually went through with enforcing this."

"Pick up the pace Conan," Genta said glimpsing back at him. "We only have a couple more blocks to go."

"At this rate we'll never get there." Mitsuhiko added.

Conan rolled his eyes, continuing to carry the load as fast as he could. He caught sight of the grin upon her face as the house came into view, feeling the urge to drop from where he stood.

"Haibara is enjoying this just as much as they are."

"That will do it." Ayumi said after they came to a stop in front of the gate.

They took their bags from his possession, watching as he breathed out in relief.

"And here I thought you were in shape." Ai teased before turning to open the gate.

"Whatever." Conan mumbled.

Ai lead the way as they made their way forward. She unlocked the door which allowed for the five of them to walk in. They looked over to see him standing near the couch with a long sheet of paper in hand.

"We're here." Ayumi said grabbing his attention.

"There you are," Hiroshi said walking over to greet them. "What took you all so long, I was expecting you sooner."

"You can thank Conan for that," Genta said. "He was straggling from behind the whole way here."

"Only because I had to carry everyones bags." Conan said in his own defense.

"What's that you're looking over?" Mitsuhiko pointed.

He looked down, holding the long sheet out in front of him.

"You mean this," Hiroshi asked. "It's blue prints to a project I've been working on."

"What kind of project?" Genta asked.

"I'll let you have a look as soon as it is completed," Hiroshi replied. "Does that sound like a deal?"

He nodded in response.

"So what's this Space Inc," Conan asked switching gears. "Is it the name of the company?"

"Right you are." Hiroshi confirmed.

"So what's it about," Ayumi asked. "Are they like NASA?"

"Not completely," Hiroshi replied. "Space Inc is more about creating new and easier ways to navigate through space, whether it be through radar tracking or traveling methods."

"Sounds like fun," Mitsuhiko said in excitement. "When does it open?"

"This Friday," Hiroshi replied. "If it's ok with your parents I'd love to take you all, would you like that?"

"Of course!" They all yelled together except for Conan who lowered his shoulders.

"Not my cup of tea."

He then felt a slight nudge from his side, turning to see Ai looking at him with a smile on her face.

"You don't look so thrilled."

"I see you noticed."

"Why don't you come with us," Ai asked. "Who knows, you might learn something."

"I'll think about it."

"Who's all going to be there," Mitsuhiko asked taking a step forward. "Anyone we know or have heard of?"

"That's a really good question you pose," Hiroshi said. "I'll have to look into that."

"Who were you hoping to see?" Ai asked.

"No one in particular, just wondering is all." Mitsuhiko replied.

"I'll see if I can get ahold of the guest list by tomorrow some time," Hiroshi said. "If you would like to see it feel free to stop by."

"I'll defiantly be here." Genta said.

He looked down at his watch to check the time, gripping onto his bag straps as he turned for the door.

"Leaving so soon?" Ai asked rolling her eyes his way.

"I'm going to go see if the electricity has been turned back on, we had a power outage yesterday which carried into today." Conan informed.

"That must not have been very fun," Ayumi said. "What did you do all night?"

"There wasn't much I could do," Conan replied after reopening the door. "I'll see you guys later, feel free to call me if you need me."

He waved to them before walking out, softly closing the door from behind. He dropped his hands to his side as he made his way past the gate, looking to the sky at the sound of something storming by. It was nothing but a jet. He took the time to watch it fly off into the distance, losing sight of it after watching it sink in between multiple clouds.

"That is one of the faster air crafts I've seen in awhile."

The halls were cleared by the time he made his way into the gym. It wasn't as crowded as he was expecting upon his arrival, taking the time to have a look around. There were multiple book shelves set up, doing his best to maneuver from one row to the next without bumping into anyone.

"I don't see either of them, I wonder if they're even here yet."

He took one last look to the left, hearing the sound of his name called from behind.

"Tim, right over here."

He turned in time to see Ran waving over as the two of them approached.

"What took you so long?"

"We were looking for you." Sonoko replied.

"I was under the impression we were meeting here."

"Never mind that," Ran said. "Did you find anything of interest?"

"Hadn't gotten around to looking at anything."

"What is your favorite genre anyway?" Sonoko asked.

"That's a really good question."

He took a few moments to give it some thought, not able to come up with an answer.

"That's something I've never really put much thought into," Tim replied. "I guess you could say I have multi interests when it comes to a given subject."

"Going with the safe pick I see," Sonoko said. "Afraid what we might say?"

"Of course not."

"That makes it easier for you to choose something," Ran said walking forward. "Come on, I think I know something you might like."

"If they have it here." Sonoko said as the two of them followed from behind.

The time continued to pass as he paced from one end of the hall to the other. He had been here for almost an hour, checking the time on his watch every few minutes.

"I've checked all of his hang out spots, I wonder where he could be," Conan thought. "Is it possible he's already at the train station?"

He finally decided to have a seat, leaning his back up against the door as he did. He stared to the opposite wall, every event of the past few days circulating through his mind. The sound of the elevator coming to a stop from down the hall could be heard. He stood up in response, watching as he made his way toward him.

"Where have you been?"

"A book fair," Tim replied. "If you want to call it that."

"Did you get anything?"

"I didn't plan on it," Tim said unlocking the door with the turn of the key. "But Ran suggested I give this book I got a read."

"At least it will get you away from the computer for awhile," Conan said. "Did you ever hear back from Heiji?"

He nodded as he opened the door, letting Conan head in first before following.

"But it was strange."

"Strange, what do you mean?" Conan asked.

"He didn't actually call me," Tim replied. "He only sent me a text."

"And what's wrong with that?"

"He never has," Tim stated. "Every time he's contacted me it's been through him calling me."

"I don't see what the big deal is," Conan said jumping up to the bed. "He probably couldn't talk at the time, so sent you a text instead."

"Maybe you're right."

"Did you text him back?"

"Yea, I let him know where we'll meet tomorrow," Tim replied. "Which happens to be at the same coffee shop he took me to last time I was there."

"What about Dick," Conan asked. "Is he going as well?"

"He already left to head down there this morning."

"What time is the meeting supposed to take place?"

"Some time after noon," Tim replied. "So we'll have plenty of time to set up."

"Sorry I can't come along," Conan said. "But feel free to contact me if there is anything I can do from here."

"I'll keep that in mind." Tim said before walking to the other end of the room.

He came to a stop once reaching the closet, kneeling down to grab a black bag which sat in the near corner.

"What's inside the bag?"

"Nothing," Tim replied after tossing it upon the desk. "It's a spare I carry around."

"What time does the train leave for Osaka?"

"In about an hour."

"Shouldn't you be down there right about now," Conan questioned. "Who knows how tight security will be today."

"I'm not to concerned about it."

"You won't be saying that when you miss the train one day."

He dropped down from the bed after another minute passed, looking over to see him place the final contents into the bag before zipping it shut.

"All done."

"I guess I'll be leaving as well."

"Anything planned for the rest of the day?"

"No, but I do have something in mind."

"And what might that be?" Tim asked out of curiosity.

"I have a couple ideas on how to reconfigure that message left behind," Conan replied. "I've been thinking about it all day."

"Good thinking," Tim said in agreement. "That should give me something to do on the train as well."

"Or you could read the book you got."

"Fair point."

"I'll touch base with you if I feel I'm onto something."

"Thanks, don't be afraid to leave a message if I don't pick up."

"Of course."

He strapped the large bag across his chest as he made his way to the door with Conan at his side. The two of them walked in silence all the way to the elevator, which remained the same all the way down to the first floor.

"So when do you think you'll be back?" Conan asked as they exited out the door.

"Some time tomorrow evening," Tim replied. "If everything goes accordingly that is."

They stopped once reaching the side of the roadway.

"I guess this is it." Tim said looking down at him.

"Have fun on your trip," Conan said before heading to the right. "And make sure you don't get yourself hurt again."

"Don't plan on that happening again." Tim thought as he turned into the opposite direction.

He casually made his way along, not arriving back to the detective agency until after a thirty minute walk. He headed straight into the office once there, coming to find there was no one there but him.

"Looks like I have the whole place to myself." Conan said as he took himself a seat onto the couch.

He pulled the sheet of paper from within in his pocket, laying it out across his lap as he gave it another hard look.

"2wo birdS 0ne STONE, at dawns end..... its true meaning is right in front of me," Conan thought to himself. "I just can't seem to wrap my finger around what it is."

He pulled a pen from out of his pocket, sliding it to the side of his ear as he continued to think. It didn't take long for another distinct detail to come to mind.

"The zero and the two," Conan said. "Could it be these two numbers represent a whole different element?"

He sat back in comfort, holding the sheet of paper out in front of him. He was becoming tense inside, doing his best not to think about it.

"Figuring out what the culprit is trying to tell us isn't going to be as easy as I was hoping," Conan thought. "If only we knew what their motive was."

The ride there was seemingly shorter than his last trip had been. He kept himself occupied for most of the way there with the book he had gotten hours prior. He grabbed his bag from under the seat after the train came to a stop, slowly making his way out along with those in front of him. To his surprise it was still relatively light out. He checked the time on his watch which read nine after seven.

"I think I'll hold off on checking into the hotel until later," Tim said looking forward. "I'm not quite ready to ease back for the evening just yet."

He began walking once more, taking the time to observe the many structures he passed by while walking down the street. He reached his destination after a good twenty minutes passed.

"Can't believe I found it so quickly, it's not exactly one of those easiest places to find." Tim said entering the coffee shop.

He looked to the right to see several empty chairs. He made his way in that direction, having a seat once reaching a table next to the window. He slid the bag to the side once situated. Minutes passed as he sat alone in silence. He rested his hands onto the table while turning to look out the window. By this time the sun had nearly faded away in the distance.

"I wonder if he's made in progress with that coded message."

He kept his eyes glued to the sky, listening to the sound of someone taking a seat right across from him. It didn't startle him in the least, simply turning in his seat to face who had joined him.

"Kazuha," Tim surprisingly said. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to inform you that Heiji will be late for whatever it is you two had planned." Kazuha said placing her hands onto the table as well.

"How long are we talking?"

She took the time to look down at her watch before answering.

"About an hour and thirty," Kazuha replied. "I guess that leaves you stuck with me for awhile."

"Is that so?" Tim said with a smile.

"Come on," Kazuha said standing up from the chair. "There's something I want to show you, it will be so much better than sitting around here for the next hour."

"And where might that be?"

"Why ruin the surprise," Kazuha said. "Now come on, the times ticking."

He finally gave in, grabbing his bag from where it laid before following after her.

"What's with the bag?" Kazuha asked after exiting the coffee shop.

"Haven't had time to get situated yet," Tim replied. "So which way are we going?"

She responded by heading to the right.

"Guess that answers that."

The ride there was a long one, due to the late rush they were experiencing. He remained quiet for the next few minutes, tapping the back of his eat after they came upon another red light.

"This will do, I'll walk the rest of the way from here."

He stepped out of the cab, closing the door before walking off. He stuffed his hands into the warmth of his jacket after feeling a cool breeze glide by, turning left after reaching the end of the block. It was nearly eight O'clock by the time he finally reached the site, finding himself a place to stand next to a light pole.

"Glad you could make it on such short notice."

He turned to the right to see him step out from an alleyway just up ahead.

"Good to see you too," Heiji said. "So how far are we away from this place?"

"Right this way." Dick directed.

He followed him into the alleyway he had come. The moon was the only source of light giving them a clear path. The temperature continued to drop as they walked, causing him to grip the insides of his pocket.

"You ever come to this side of town?"

"Not often," Heiji replied. "Haven't been down here since three months ago when I was working a case."

"I take it this is the darker part of the city," Dick said after making their way out of the alley. "Defiantly my kind of feel."

"Can't say I'm surprised."

They took a left, heading all the way to the end of the block before finally coming to a stop.

"We're here." Dick said removing the bag that was upon his back.

"What is this place," Heiji asked looking up at the tower building. "Some kind of abandoned warehouse?"

"Not for long," Dick informed. "This place is scheduled to be knocked down in the next week."

"I see you did your homework," Heiji said. "Any idea what they'll be building in its place?"

"Not a clue." Dick replied kneeling down to zip the bag open.

He stood over him, watching as he laid several video devices out across the ground.

"Their meeting is set to take place at this very place," Dick said standing back to his feet. "We'll be ready for them."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go around back and see if you can find any good spots where we can place some of these video cameras," Dick replied. "We'll try and cover as much ground as we can."

"Gotcha." Heiji said turning to walk.

"I'll join you soon." Dick said before attending back to the laying video devices.

He zipped up his jacket, making his way to the other side of the warehouse. There were several other structures in the near distance once arriving. There was an imposing sharp edged fence which blocked off everything else. He scoured the area as best as he could, looking for any potential spots to set the surveillance tapes.

"Nothing yet," Heiji thought. "They'd most certainly be spotted if we placed them along one of the walls, or the fence for that matter."

It was faint but, just enough to gain his attention. He came to a dead stop, listening as it happened once more. The sound of a light snap along with a low whistle.

"Is someone following me?"

Then he saw it, the door to the back of the warehouse swinging back and forth from the ever increasing wind. He breathed out in relief, continuing to walk forward. It wasn't too much longer that the odor came to his senses, something he had experienced several times over. His eyes narrowed as he slowly approached the door, pushing it to the side as he found himself lost for words.

It was dark, but the lighting from the moon above revealed it all to well. There laying next to the side of the door was a slip of paper with the number seven written upon it. His fears were confirmed after looking further into the room, seeing the body laying just a few feet away. He had only seen him once, but immediately recognized who the newest victim was.

"It can't be," Heiji said in disbelief with a step forward. "Brutho?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 57

A Night in the City

The sound of someone walking down the stairwell could be heard, briefly taking his attention elsewhere. He looked up just in time to see her enter the room.

"You've been down here for hours now," Ran said coming to a stop once in front him. "When do you plan on coming up stairs?"

"Just a little longer," Conan plead. "I promise I'll be up soon."

"What are you doing down here by yourself anyway," Ran asked noticing the paper next to him. "Is that a cross word puzzle you're working on?"

"Yea, that's right," Conan said. "It's something we have to create for a school project."

"Can I have a look at it?"

"No, I mean not yet," Conan replied. "I'll let you have a look as soon as it's completed."

"I'd love to see it," Ran said turning back for the door. "Try and be up stairs in the next thirty."

"I will."

He focused his attention back to the paper after she left, looking over all the notes he had jotted down over the past few hours.

"Even through my analyzation, I feel I haven't gained any ground from where I started this morning."

They made their way past an outside market place, walking through a public park. The two of them stopped once reaching, which didn't take long for one to arrive. He looked over at her as the bus started up, wondering just where it was they were going.

"Interesting choice of seats when half of the bus is empty," Kazuha said. "Do you always sit in the back?"

"Lets just say it's a habit," Tim replied. "I think you've kept me in the dark long enough, mind telling me where we're going?"

"Patience," Kazuha stated. "We'll be there shortly."

"You used that same line twenty minutes ago."

"That was only because I knew you would start yapping if I didn't."

"Why should I believe you now," Tim questioned. "For all I know this place you're taking me to could be clear across the ocean."

"I guess you'll have to wait and see." Kazuha said resting her head back with the close of her eyes.

"She's enjoying this way too much."

The coldness that lingered over him slowly drifted away. He took a couple steps into the dark room, grabbing the slip of paper from the ground before making his way over to the body. He dropped down to his side, reaching forward to touch his wrist.

"His body has already stiffened, looks like the autolysis stage has already passed."

He continued the search of the body, not taking long for him to sight the cause of death.

"A blow to the neck," Heiji said moving in closer. "But what was the object used, I've never seen a wound quite like this."

He examined it for awhile longer, hearing the sound of the door swinging to the side with a loud thump. He instantly spun around to see Dick standing in the doorway.

"We have to get out of here right now."

"What's going on?" Heiji asked standing back up.

"When you entered this room you tripped off motion sensors just outside the door," Dick informed. "This whole place is strapped down in explosives."

"How long do we have?"

He quickly looked to the timer atop one of the explosives, turning back to him after doing so.

"A little over a minute."

"That will do," Heiji said. "Hurry and check out our victims neck."

"Didn't you hear what I said, we don't have time."

"Come on, this will only take a second," Heiji stated. "I've never seen anything like it."

He gave in, making his way over to the body to give the wound a look himself.

"See what I mean, it's to thick to have been done by a knife yet to thin to have been caused by many other hand maid objects," Heiji said. "Not to mention the skin is still mostly intact, so maybe a sharp object wasn't used at all."

It took a few seconds for him to take it all in, narrowing his eyes as he made his way back to his feet. He didn't want to believe it, but deep down he knew what caused his death.

"So what do you think?" Heiji asked.

"I think we need to get out of here." Dick said turning back for the door.

"Wait a minute."

"What now?" Dick said coming to a stop.

"There," Heiji said pointing deeper into the room. "What's that?"

Dick turned around, looking to see something laying near the far side of the room. He quickly walked over, kneeling down after reaching the object.

"What is it?" Heiji asked from where he stood.

"A laptop computer," Dick replied. "And it's currently running."

"What would a computer be doing sitting in the middle of the room?"

"I have a few ideas," Dick said removing the cord from the computer before taking it into his arms. "We'll worry about that later, let's get out of here."

"What about the body?"

"Don't have time," Dick said heading for the door. "Hustle, this place is goanna go up anytime now."

"Right behind you."

They raced out, picking up speed after making their way past the front of the warehouse. Neither looked back, taking cover behind a load of garbage after reaching the opposite side of the street. The sound of the explosion rang loud to their ears in the moments that followed. He stood back to his feet after everything fell silent, looking over at the site of destruction.

"Come on, we can't stay here," Dick stated. "The police will be here any time now."

"Shouldn't we report what we saw?"

"And go through the whole questioning process, also something we don't have time for that," Dick said walking back toward the alleyway. "We need to find out what's on this computer."

"Why do I get the feeling someone intentionally left that computer behind?"

"My thoughts exactly."

They finally reached the spot she had in mind, tapping him on the shoulder after sitting up from the seat.

"Come on, we can walk the rest of the way from here."

He followed her off of the bus, catching up to her side.

"This must be the part where you tell me we're almost there."

"You read my mind."

He stayed near her side due to the large crowd. Things mellowed down as they made their way past the city streets, heading into a dark park. With every passing minute he became more and more lost on where they were going. She finally stopped after reaching a bridge. She walked over to the edge, resting her hands onto the railing as she stared into the distance.

"Is this it," Tim asked. "Is this where you wanted to bring me?"

"Isn't it beautiful?"

He removed the bag from his shoulder, laying it to the ground before deciding to join her at the railing side. It was a magnificent view through his eyes, looking toward the lake in the far distance. The calming waves could clearly be seen, outlined by the lighting from the moon above. A gust of wind blew past, quivering at the sudden coolness.

"So, what do you think?" Kazuha asked.

"It brings fortune to the eye," Tim replied. "Thanks for showing, it's not every day you get a view like this."

She smiled, leaning forward as she continued to look on. He repositioned himself, letting his back lay up against the railing as he looked into the opposite direction.

"You know, you could have just told me if you wanted to hang out for the night," Tim said. "I would have come along regardless."

"What do you mean?"

"You should have listened to the message more carefully," Tim stated. "I did say I would arrive in Osaka today, but I never planned on meeting with him tonight."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"No need to hide it, I already know you listened to the message I sent Heiji," Tim said. "How else would you know where I'd be?"

She didn't say anything at first, glimpsing over at him before turning back to the lake.

"How did you know?"

"For starters Heiji has never sent me a text, that was an eye opener from the beginning," Tim said. "The next being when I asked you when he planned on showing up, you responded by looking at your watch."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Kazuha asked turning to face him.

"I assumed you were checking to see how much time you had," Tim replied. "You obviously have something to do later."

"You're a lot smarter than you look."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I hope you're not mad," Kazuha said. "I can call him and let him know you're here if you'd like."

"Don't bother," Tim said. "Already talked to him over the phone a short time after arriving here, we already agreed we'd meet tomorrow."

"You mean to tell me you already spoke with him before I showed up at that coffee shop?"

He nodded, smiling after doing so.

"Pretty much."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you took delight in playing along."

"I would be lying if I said I didn't." Tim confirmed.

She turned back to the lake, leaning onto the railing for a second time.

"You're not upset are you?"

"Unless you want me to be." Kazuha replied with a wink.

He lifted a brow, a little taken back by her gesture.

"I don't even know how to respond to that."

They had walked for many blocks, watching as several police cars drove past into the opposite direction. They came to a stop once reaching a donut shop. The two of them headed in, finding themselves a seat at a booth across the room.

"You plan on giving that computer a look?"

"That's the plan."

He placed it onto the table, flipping the top open to see multiple numbers flying from one side of the screen to the other. He tried clicking a couple buttons only to find nothing happened. He could see the look on his face, knowing something was not right.

"What's wrong," Heiji asked. "Is everything working out ok?"

"It seems the hard drive to this computer has been corrupted."

"So much for that."

"Maybe not," Dick said lowering the top once again. "I know a certain computer wizard who could have this fixed in no time."

"The police should be there by now," Heiji said bringing his hands to the top of the table. "I still think we should have stayed behind, there might have been something else left at the scene we failed to catch."

"Not this time," Dick stated. "Knowing when to pick your spots is a vital part of the game, and tonight was not one of them."

"And I'm supposed to know what that means?"

"You will soon enough."

"How long do you want to stay in here," Heiji asked. "Since that computer is non operational, shouldn't we start plotting what to do next?"

"It's not that simple," Dick said. "For starters we don't even know who that guy was."

"You're wrong in that regard," Heiji said. "That was Brutho Yunge."

"The leader of the Outworlders," Dick questioned. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," Heiji said with the nod of his head. "I met the man while in disguise back in Korea, no way could I forget his face."

"This whole situation has gotten just that much more interesting."

"You're telling me," Heiji said reaching into his pocket. "Check this out."

He slid the small slip of paper across the table. Dick brought it into his hand, gazing down at the sharply written number seven.

"Same trend as the killer in Tokyo," Heiji said. "You think it could be connected?"

"Maybe," Dick said with a long pause. "But why him.... what connection did Brutho have with the other victims?"

After standing there for over ten minutes, they decided to head back. It was getting late, with the frost air getting cooler by the minute. The sound of something pouncing through the grass could be heard as they walked, causing her to stop.

"Did you hear that?"

"It's probably just a bunch of night critters."

"That's not what it sounded like to me."

"Let me guess," Tim said looking into the darkness of the park. "You think we're being watched."

"You can never be too careful."

"I see, you're afraid someone is following us" Tim said turning back to face her. "Who knows, maybe this guy is one of those night stalkers."

"I'm being serious," Kazuha said crossing her arms. "And for the record, I can take care of myself."

"So does that mean you're not afraid?"

"How about we get back to the bus station?" Kazuha said turning to walk.

"Your call boss." Tim said following from behind.

The sound of his phone ringing could be heard as they walked, taking the time to reach down to grab it. She could hear him talking as they continued on, not really able to pick up what was said. The conversation didn't last long. He placed the phone back into his pocket before catching up to her side.

"I guess that brings our night to an end," Tim said. "I have somewhere I need to be."

"Who was that you were talking with?"

"Dick," Tim replied. "He needs my help with something."

"Is he in Osaka as well?"

He nodded his head.

"I'm sorry we had to cut this short."

"Don't sweat it," Kazuha said. "I have to be home in thirty minutes anyway."

"That's right," Tim remembered. "It's a school night."

"Do you think you'll make it back to Tokyo in time," Kazuha asked. "Not to mention getting some rest."

"One missed day of class won't hurt," Tim said. "My grades are manageable as it is."

The sound of the night traffic could be heard, walking all the way back to the bus stop where the two of them stood in wait.

"How long does the bus usually take to arrive here?"

"No longer than thirty minutes," Kazuha replied. "Its driving route has never changed since the time I started coming down this way."

"And when did that start?" Tim asked keeping conversation.

"About a year ago," Kazuha responded. "I happened to come across that bridge during a school field trip, I've visited it on a frequent basis ever since."

"Well I'm glad you decided to bring me along," Tim said. "It was a pleasure."

The two turned at the sound of something driving toward them, looking to see the bus heading their way.

"We did things your way last time," Kazuha said. "This time we're going to sit at the front of the bus."

"You mean you will," Tim corrected. "I'm not getting with you, where I need to be is not in the same direction."

"Then why did you follow me here?"

"I just wanted to make sure you got on safely," Tim replied. "For all we know that guy from the park could have still been stalking you."

She smiled at his comment, turning at the sound of the bus coming to a stop.

"How long do you plan on being in Osaka?"

"Can't really tell you," Tim replied. "It depends how things wrap up going into tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?"

"Something that needs my attention, we'll leave it at that."

"I enjoyed our time together," Kazuha said. "Don't be such a stranger if you're ever in town, I know a couple other places you might like."

"I look forward to it."

The doors to the bus sprung open within the next second. She made her way in, taking a seat by one of the windows. She waved down at him, Tim doing the same as he watched the bus drive off into the distance.

"What an interesting night this has turned out to be," Tim thought. "Now to find out what those two called about."

He had finally given up for the night, making his way up the stairs with his head hanging downward. He opened the door to find Kogoro was the only one there, who happened to be pacing from one side of the room to the other. He walked past him, heading straight for the room.

"So tired," Conan thought with the removal of his shirt. "I haven't felt this exhausted since being exposed to those chemicals at ROTI."

It wasn't just his body, but his mental state as well. He found his way over to the bed after getting into his night clothes and shutting off the light. His mind fell blank, rolling up with the blanket as he fell into a deep sleep.

The sky began to lighten up ever so slightly, the clouds slowly drifting away from in front of the moon. He checked the time on his watch several times over as he made his way to the arranged meeting spot.

"Almost there."

The sound of the crickets chirping could be heard from the side as he continued walking, helping to keep his mind rested from everything else. He finally sighted them outside the gas station they said they would be at, the two of them immediately noticing him as well.

"What was the hold up?" Heiji asked leaning up from the wall.

"Sorry, I was in the middle of something," Tim said. "So, what seems to be the problem?"

"Where to begin." Heiji said.

"For starters Brutho is now dead," Dick informed. "We found his body at the warehouse they were scheduled to meet at."

"Can things get anymore twisted," Tim questioned. "What was the cause of death?"

"A blow to the neck, and a good one at that," Heiji replied. "We didn't get the chance to fully examine the scene, being the fact the whole place went up in ashes."

"An explosion?"

"Heiji unintentionally set off motion censors when he entered the room," Dick informed. "From there we had less than a minute before everything blew away."

"Every time we take a step forward, it seems we're forced to take multiple ones back."

"Not necessarily," Heiji said reaching into his side pocket. "Look what we uncovered near the body."

He took the small slip of paper into his hand, his eyes slightly widening at what he saw.

"Seven," Tim read. "Were there any cut marks found on the body?"

"That's what is different from the past victims, he's the only one who didn't have any additional wounds," Dick answered. "Considering we're dealing with the same guy of course."

"And you're sure the man you saw was Brutho?"

"Positive." Heiji replied.

"That puts us in a hole," Tim said. "We'll have to find another entry way, that was our goat to lead us to all the others."

"We're not entirely out of the game just yet," Dick said assuringly. "Before the explosion went off Heiji brought this to my attention."

He pulled it from within his bag, handing it to Tim who raised a brow.

"A computer?"

"It was found near the far wall," Dick said. "What relevance it may be to us will be for you to find out."

"Why me?" Tim questioned.

"The hard drive is either A, corrupted, or B, has some extreme security panels in which we need to get past," Heiji replied. "We figured you'd be the best option for handling this task since computers seems to be one of your things."

"I'll get on it first thing tomorrow."

He pulled the bag to the front, zipping it open to place the computer atop the rest of his belongings.

"I think it's safe to assume their meeting has been canceled," Heiji said. "Is there anything else I can help with, or am I free to go?"

"We'll call it a wrap for the night," Dick said. "Thanks for coming, I'll let you know if there's anything else we need you for."

"I'll be ready."

With that he turned away, walking toward a motorcycle which was parked a few feet away.

"Nice bike," Tim said following after him. "Is it yours?"

"Sure is," Heiji replied after having a seat. "Parked it about a mile away before catching a cab to meet up with Grayson, wanted to stay low key on this whole matter."

"Good call." Tim said. "You know, I'm kind of a bike person myself."

"Is that so," Heiji said placing the helmet over the top of his head. "I took you as more of a car guy."

"Add that to the list of things you didn't know about me," Tim said. "Though I will say, yours is nothing to mine in comparison."

"I really doubt that." Heiji smilingly said before taking off.

The two of them watched, looking on as he zoomed out of sight. He turned at the sound of him coming to his side.

"Tim, we need to talk."

He could see the concern in his eyes, giving him his full attention.

"What's wrong?"

"It's about how Yunge was killed."

"I'm all ears," Tim said removing his hands from his pocket. "So.. what happened?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 58

Deceptive Destruction

It was a night that had dragged on. He awoke at the crack of dawn, finding it hard to fall back asleep. After a few extra minutes of laying he decided to sit him, letting his eyes adjust to the dark room. He stood up moments later, walking over to get dressed. He left the room shortly after.

"Who's that," Conan thought. "I don't recognize that number."

He put the phone back into his pocket after checking the missed call, heading straight for the door. He looked forward on his way down the stairs, the message from the last note still weighing high on his mind. The school yard was empty upon his arrival. He made his way past the entrance, heading straight for class. She looked up from her desk at the sound of him entering the room, surprised to see him.

"Conan," Sumiko said seperating a pile of papers. "What are you doing here so early, school doesn't start for over an hour."

"I needed the walk more than anything," Conan replied. "Do you mind if I hang around here until class starts?"

"Make yourself at home," Sumiko replied. "Are you sure there's not another reason why you're here so early?"

He shook his head from side to side in response.

"I'm perfectly fine." Conan assured

With that he made his way over to his desk to have a seat. After settling in he pulled out his note book along with with a pencil. He wrote down every message the culprit had left behind up until this point, looking at everything as a whole rather than as multiple puzzle pieces.

"Still nothing, why can't I seem to figure this out," Conan thought with the drop of his pencil. "It's almost as if the culprit is leading us up to something... but what?"

He monitored the clock as he continued to think, each scenario leading to the same dead end. It wasn't long after that the rest of the students made their way into class. He kept to himself throughout most of the day. Luckily it was something his friends didn't really take notice of. His mind was lost within his thoughts, feeling someone tug at his side from behind.

"Aren't you going to pack up," Ayumi asked. "The bell rang."

"Of course." Conan said snapping out of his brief daze.

They were two of the last to exit the room. She turned to face him, sensing an uneasiness as they walked the halls side by side.

"Conan, are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Conan replied. "Just tired."

"Did you not get enough sleep last night?"

"It's not that I didn't get enough sleep, it's just.."

He couldn't think of what to say, grabbing the straps to his bag as they continued on. She decided not to question him any further.. The two of them arrived out to the front of the school shortly after, looking over to see the others gathered around Ai who held a sheet of paper in hand.

"I wonder what they're looking at?" Ayumi questioned.

"Your guess is good as mine."

They stopped once reaching the three, wondering exactly what it was they were looking at.

"What took you two so long?" Genta asked.

"It was my fault for the set back," Conan admitted. "Just happened to get caught up in the hall rush."

"What are you guys looking at?" Ayumi asked changing the subject.

"It's the guest list for those that plan on attending Space Inc this Friday." Ai answered.

"Anyone we know?" Conan asked.

"Officer Takagi will be there." Genta informed.

"As will Officer Sato." Mitsuhiko added.

"May I have a look at the list myself?" Conan asked.

"As you wish." Ai said handing it to him.

He took the time to read over the list himself, not recognizing any of the names as he scoured down. Then he saw it, written in fine print as he neared the bottom of the list of names.

"Sugo Katina," Conan thought. "That's the woman Tim's been keeping tabs on, but I thought she was in Osaka."

He then handed the paper back to Ai who rolled it up before sticking it into her back pocket.

"So," Ai said looking directly to him. "Have you decided on if you're going to come with us?"

"I'll be there," Conan answered. "Besides, I don't have anything better to do tomorrow evening."

"Great," Mitsuhiko said. "Now we'll all be there together."

"It's nice out today," Genta said. "Anyone up for a little ball up at the park?"

"I'm in." Ayumi said.

"You can count me in as well," Mitsuhiko accepted. "What about you Conan?"

"I'll have to pass," Conan replied. "I didn't eat anything this morning and could use a little something in my system."

"Suit yourself."

He walked off from there, giving his friends a wave before taking off around the corner of the upper street.

"Now that I think about it, I didn't even eat dinner before going to bed," Conan thought. "That might help explain why I was so off in class today."

He reached for his phone, dialing his number as he continued to walk. He placed the phone up to his ear, stopping as he listened to it ring.

"How was school?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing about the meeting."

"Went up in flames," Tim informed. "Along with all the Outworlders known bases."

"Say what," Conan said in shock. "What do you mean everything went up in flames?!"

"I think it would be better if we talked in person," Tim said. "I'm at the base, meet me here as soon as you can."

"Right away."

He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket before walking once more.

"What in the world happened?"

He gradually picked up speed as he continued on, pushing past multiple tree limbs after reaching the forest. He arrived minutes later to find him standing over the desk working on a computer which was wired to his own.

"Do I even want to know what you're doing?" Conan asked.

"Just some good old hacking," Tim informed. "It's a long story."

"And I've got plenty of time."

He pulled up the other chair, sitting back in relaxation.

"Alright, so tell me what happened."

"For starters, Brutho is dead," Tim began. "He was found at the site where their meeting was supposed to be held."

"What?"

"And if that wasn't enough," Tim remarked. "There was a piece of paper found at the scene with the number seven written on it."

"This just keeps getting more twisted by the day," Conan said. "Did the body suffer any cuts like our other victims?"

"Surprisingly not."

"You think we're dealing with the same guy?"

"Don't know for sure," Tim replied. "This was somewhat of a curveball, Brutho is nothing like the others."

"There has to be a connection, finding out what will be the challenge."

"That's what I was thinking."

"So what's with the extra computer," Conan asked. "What are you trying to hack?"

"I have to bypass these security walls that have been set up," Tim replied. "And let me tell you, it hasn't been easy."

"Why do you need to hack it, is there something of importance you need to see?"

"This computer was found at the scene," Tim answered. "Luckily Dick was able to grab it before the explosion."

"An explosion?"

He nodded in confirmation.

"Heiji unintentionally set off motion censors upon entering the room," Tim informed. "Which of course caused the whole place to go up in flames, along with all of the Outworlders hideouts."

"Wait a minute," Conan said sitting up in the chair. "Could you elaborate on that last part?"

"Before the warehouse exploded a signal was sent in response to the censors being tripped off," Tim said. "Which then triggered several other explosives to go off that surrounded their many bases."

"If that's true, then why haven't I heard about it," Conan asked. "Someone would have heard the explosions, which then would have had it on the center page of the morning paper."

"That's because they were keeping things under wraps," Tim said. "The police department released its first official statement at around noon, you were in school at the time."

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Over eighty three found dead, and counting," Tim replied. "All of which were in the facilities at the time."

"Let's hope the body count doesn't rise too much more, if at all," Conan said. "So are we certain that all those who were killed were part of the Outworlders organization?"

"Can never be too sure, but it's looking that way."

"But how," Conan said bringing a hand to his chin. "What caused the other facilities to explode?"

"I'm thinking it was the same censors which were set off at the warehouse."

"But wouldn't you need some kind of signal to set up a chain reaction like that," Conan questioned. "Let's not forget all their bases were miles apart."

"That's where I think this computer came into play," Tim said. "Dick said it was connected to an outlet, so I'm thinking once the censors were tripped a signal was sent through the computer to the other bombed sites."

"Sounds like a possibility," Conan commented. "You might actually be onto something."

"Let's hope so."

He dropped down from the chair, walking over to where he stood.

"Before I forget, I have an update on Katina Sugo," Conan informed. "The woman you've had a watchful eye on for the past month or so."

"Is that so?"

"She's going to be attending the opening of Space Inc."

"Space Inc," Tim questioned. "Never heard of it."

"Don't know much about it myself to tell you the truth," Conan admitted. "It's something Agasa invited us to come check out."

"And how do you know Katina will be there?"

"Her name was on the guest list," Conan replied. "Which means she will be coming to Tokyo within the next twenty four hours."

"Do you plan on attending this little opening?"

"Of course." Conan replied.

"Good, that means you can keep an eye on her for me."

"But I don't even know what she looks like." Conan stated.

"Not to worry, I'll give you a visual before the time comes," Tim said. "So what time tomorrow is this thing supposed to start?"

"Don't know," Conan replied. "Only that it's after school gets out some time."

"There's a lot of time between now and then, so it's something we don't need to be too concerned about at the moment."

"Do you think there's a chance that Deadshot guy will show up?"

"I guess we'll find out."

He directed his full attention back to the task at hand, which meant getting the computer back into a working state. Conan began to pace from side to side, feeling a sudden burn come to his stomach. He ignored it at first, continuing to walk in place. It got worse in the passing minute, prompting him to stop.

"So hungry," Conan thought. "Should have eaten before I left for school."

He then looked up at Tim who was hard at work, tugging at his leg to get his attention.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry to bug you," Conan apologized. "But do you have anything in here to eat?"

"Sure," Tim pointed. "That leather cloth is available."

"I'm being serious," Conan said. "I haven't eaten all day."

"Relax, I was only kidding," Tim said stepping away from the computer. "Come on, I'll finish this when we get back."

"Where are we going?"

"Didn't you say you were hungry?"

"Just forget it," Conan said. "Finding out what's on that computer is more important."

"Nonsense," Tim said turning for the door. "I've been at this all day, I could use the break."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Right behind you."

The two made their way back to the surface, listening to the sound of the many creatures throughout the forest as they walked. It didn't take long for them to find themselves at the side of the roadway.

"Is there somewhere in particular you wanted to go?"

He took some time to think about, looking up as the street light turned red. The two made their way across, both coming to a stop after reaching the other side.

"Well, what's it going to be?"

"I don't know," Conan said. "I was hoping we could go somewhere new."

"And where might that be," Tim asked. "I don't exactly know what would be new for you."

"Follow me," Conan said taking charge. "There's this little place that opened up by the detective agency not too long ago."

He took to the front as they continued on, leading him down one street to the next. After about a twenty minute walk they arrived in front of the small restaurant he had spoken of.

"What's the name of this place?"

"It's called The Pink Sea." Conan replied.

"Interesting choice of a name for a restaurant don't you think?"

"Depends on what they're serving," Conan said walking forward.

"Good point."

They made their way in, having a seat at a table in the middle of the room. It didn't take long for a waiter to stop by, laying two menus to the center of the table with a welcoming smile.

"How may help the two of you today?"

"We're still in the process of figuring that out."

"Very well, I'll come back in a few minutes," The waiter said. "That should give you both enough time to decide what you want."

He went up and down the menu more than once, finding it hard to decide on something. He then looked across the table toward Tim who was looking out the window to the left.

"You ok over there," Conan questioned. "Is something on your mind you want to talk about?"

"I'm fine," Tim said looking to him in return. "Just had one of those moments."

"What do you plan on getting?" Conan asked focusing his sights back to the menu.

"I think I'll have to pass," Tim replied. "I'm not all that hungry to tell you the truth."

"Well at least have a drink," Conan said continuing his search of the menu. "That wouldn't make sense for you to have walked all the way here only to get nothing."

He arrived back to their table shortly after, taking their order before heading off for a second time.

"Water," Conan questioned. "Out of all things, that's all you're going to have?"

"I don't really feel for much right now."

"That's an understatement," Conan stated. "On another note, where's Dick?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did he come back from Osaka with you?"

"He's... running a search." Tim replied.

"A search huh," Conan said dropping his hands atop the table. "What kind of search?"

"It's only a hunch at this point, but I'll let you know more as soon as I do."

"A Hunch," Conan thought. "I wonder what that's supposed to mean?"

The waiter arrived back to the table minutes later, placing the ordered dish upon the table along with the cup water.

"Is there anything else I can get either of you?"

"Thanks, but this will do for now." Tim said.

"Very well."

He left for a third time. His mind was elsewhere as he ate, not picking up a scent of what went into his mouth. He could have been nibbling on a gruff piece of wood and wouldn't have known the difference. He finally finished after several minutes had passed, looking over to see him staring out the window like he had previously been doing.

"Aren't you going to drink the glass of water?"

"Not thirsty," Tim replied. "You're free to have it if you'd like."

"Not hungry or thirty," Conan questioned. "Are you sure nothing is wrong?"

"Nothing you don't already know," Tim responded. "I'm on edge just as much as you are on this whole matter, it seems to be one thing after another."

"Look on the bright side," Conan said. "We've made some much needed strides in this past week, and who knows what that computer may reveal for us."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Ok, now you've just lost me," Conan said. "What is there to be afraid of?"

"It seems every time we've opened a new door, two more are revealed in its place," Tim stated. "What if the computer was left behind to throw us off?"

"What made you come to that assumption?"

"Whoever left it was hoping it would be found," Tim said. "Let's not forget how many times we've been set up these past couple weeks."

"I see," Conan said finally on the same page. "You think this could be another trap of some kind."

"Which is why we need to keep everything at arms length."

"Couldn't agree more," Conan said. "The last thing we want to do is put ourselves or anyone else in danger for that matter."

"You ready to go?"

"About as ready as I'm ever going to be."

The two of them left shortly after. They didn't get very far, coming to a stop at the street light a few yards away from where they had come.

"I guess this is it."

"Anything planned for the rest of the day?" Tim asked.

"Not really, I just plan on taking it easy," Conan replied. "Let's not forget you still need to send me a picture of Sugo."

"That's right," Tim remembered. "I'll have that to you before tomorrow evening."

"Works for me," Conan said turning to walk. "Good luck with that computer."

"Where are you going?"

He stopped, looking back to face him for a last time.

"Home," Conan replied. "Where else would I be going?"

With that he left. He walked with his shoulders slouched downward for most of the walk there, occasionally glimpsing up at the sound of someone walking past. He finally reached his destination after ten minutes had passed. Just as he was to head up the stairwell something caught his attention, someone standing at the end of the opposite side of the street.

"Is that who I think it is?"

He took a few steps forward to get a closer look, confirming what he thought.

"That's Kogoro alright," Conan said. "But what's with the hat and shades?"

He continued to look on, noticing him check the time on his watch a couple times over.

"Is he waiting for someone?"

He didn't have to wait much longer to find out, watching as a small car pulled up along side the street.

"Now we're getting somewhere."

The door on the driver side opened moments later. A man suited in a scruffy black jacket, hat, and a scarf stepped out from within the vehicle.

"He's wearing a pair of shades too," Conan noted. "What exactly is going on here?"

He watched as the two engaged in conversation, noticing the long haired man occasionally looking over at the sound of anything passing from behind. Things were becoming more confusing by the second.

"Is he a client," Conan thought. "But if he was, wouldn't they be meeting in the office?"

Another minute passed as he continued to look on. The long haired man smiled as the two exchanged a few last words, shaking his hand before heading back into the car. Conan quickly made his way up at the sight of Kogoro heading his way.

"Who was that man, and what were they talking about," Conan thought coming to a stop after reaching the door. "I could ask him, but I doubt he'd tell me."

He pushed forward, softly closing the door before sliding off his shoes.

"Now the question becomes, how to find out."

Hours passed from the time he had started. Things were becoming more frustrating by the minute. He took a few moments away from the computer, giving it some thought on how to move forward. It didn't take long for an idea to pop into his mind.

"It's risky, but at this point I'm running out of options."

He walked back over to the sitting computer, rewiring the position of the power lines to where he was working from his own computer.

"Now lets see what I can do working it from this end."

Not even a minute into the process he discovered over a dozen viruses on the other computer, quickly disposing of them before continuing the hacking process.

"Whoever set this defensive mechanism up really knew what they were doing," Tim commented. "I'll give them props in that regard."

Several other bugs came into view of the radar, filtering each of them out on sight. He was finally making some much needed headway. He stood up from the chair after all the jitter had fallen from the screen, revealing a clear visual with a user name sitting in the center of the screen.

"Took long enough," Tim said in relief. "Now to find out who set this all up."

He reached for the mouse to gain full access, his eyes widening at what he saw after highlighting the user name.

".... White Tiger?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 59

The Unexpected Target

The next morning was a later start. He made his way down the stairs after having something to eat, stepping into the office on the way down. He could see him sitting back in the chair with eyes glued to the ceiling. It didn't take long for him to sense his presence, looking his way with the narrow of his eyes.

"What are you doing over there," Kogoro asked. "Shouldn't you be on your way to school?"

"But look at it out there," Conan pointed. "It's so dark and gloomy, I bet we get some rain."

"Not until this evening some time," Kogoro informed. "That's according to what I saw on the news, so don't take my word for it."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Well it depends," Kogoro said. "What is it you wanted to ask?"

"I saw you talking with a man across the street yesterday," Conan said. "What were the two of you talking about?"

"He was a client," Kogoro replied. "And what was said between he and I is confidential."

"I guess there's no use in asking why they didn't meet here in the office."

"You better get going," Kogoro said checking the time on the clock. "You have under thirty minutes before school begins."

Conan did as he said, making his way out the room.

"At least I gave it a shot," Conan thought. "What if he truly was just another client, maybe I'm just thinking too much into this."

It was a quiet walk there. It was dark, yet comforting in a strange way. Not many of the students were seen in front of the school upon his arrival.

"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks we'll get some rain," Conan thought. "That would explain why most everyone is inside."

He scoured the school yard for a last time, still no sign of his friends. With that he made his way to the door.

"We took the exam yesterday, makes me wonder what we'll be doing today."

The hallway was nearly as empty as the playground had been, only coming across two other students on his way to class. He arrived to surprisingly find two separate lines facing up to the front of the room.

"You're just in time," Sumiko said looking his way. "Why don't you take off your bag and join us."

He did as she said before heading back to the end of the first line where Ai happened to be standing.

"Class doesn't start for another three minutes," Conan said looking at his watch. "Any idea what this is all about?"

"Isn't it obvious," Ai said turning to face him. "We're setting up for the activity."

"An activity?"

"Didn't you listen to what she said at the end of yesterdays class," Ai asked. "We're having a game day."

"Didn't quite catch that," Conan admitted. "My attention must have been elsewhere."

She turned back to the front of the room with Conan doing the same as they waited for the rest of their classmates to make it to class. His phone vibrated within a minute of the bell ringing which caused him to look down.

"What now?"

He took a step to the side to see who had left a message, making sure not to be seen.

"It's from Tim, must be important?"

He opened the message to see a picture of a woman. He was a little confused at first, quickly remembering what they had discussed.

"So, this must be Katina Sugo," Conan thought. "And now that I have a visual it shouldn't be to hard to locate her tonight."

He slid his phone back into his pocket before rejoining the line, hearing the sound of the bell go off in the passing minute.

Class was just minutes away, checking the time on his watch before closing his locker to see her standing a few feet away.

"Using your phone in school again I see."

"Oh hey Ran," Tim said. "Can't say I was expecting to see you before class started."

“I’m telling you, if you’re not careful your phone will get taken,” Ran warned. “And seeing just how slick you’re not that might be sooner rather than later.”

“What are you doing down here anyway,” Tim asked. “Isn't your class clear across the way?”

“I came to give this to you,” Ran said handing him a paper bag. “It’s for Sonoko.”

He looked down at it, then back to her.

“Why not give it to her yourself?”

“She won’t be showing up for the first period,” Ran replied. “And since you two have gym together I thought I’d give it to you.”

“All covered,” Tim said. “I’ll give it to her for you.”

“Thanks, I knew I could count on you,” Ran said turning to walk. “Make sure you dress into something warm when we go out later, I heard it’s supposed to cool down this evening.”

He stood in place, watching her disappear around the corner.

“Wait a minute,” Tim thought to himself. “We’re going somewhere later?”

This left him a tad confused. Most of the period was spent with everyone doing individual work, with small conversations ensuing from time to time. She looked over at him as the class period neared its end, leaning over to tap him on the shoulder.

"Tim, are you ok," Airi asked. "You haven't said a word since coming in today."

"I'm fine," Tim said assuringly. "Just trying to get everything done."

"Not interested in homework I see."

"Pretty much," Tim said as the sound of the bell could be heard. "Great, and I only had two questions left."

"Don't get so down on yourself," Airi said packing up. "Those two last questions shouldn't take you past five minutes to complete."

He dropped his note book and sheet of elements into the bag before zipping it up, making his way out of the room along with everyone else. He carefully walked through the hall, doing his best not to get in the way of those heading in the opposite direction. It didn't take long for him to make it to the gym, taking a look inside to see she was the only one inside.

"Just the person I was looking for."

She turned at the sound of his voice, heading over to meet him by the door.

"You're already dressed and ready to go," Tim commented. "How long have you been in here?"

"I arrived at school fifteen minutes ago, but have only been in here for about five," Sonoko replied. "What did I miss in chemistry today?"

"Only two assignments," Tim replied. "With one of them being a small packet."

"That's all," Sonoko said surprised. "Friday's usually the day she stacks us up with work."

"You caught a break," Tim said. "Lucky for you, Mrs. V spent most of the class with a lecture."

"What did she say?"

"Can't recall."

"How typical of you."

"Anyway," Tim said holding out the brown bag. "Ran asked me to give this to you."

"Thanks, but you can keep it in your locker until after class," Sonoko asked. "I'd rather not have to carry it around all period."

"As you wish."

He turned to head for the locker room, stopping after only taking two steps forward.

"What's wrong?"

"One last thing," Tim said turning back to face her. "Did you have something planned for later?"

"As a matter a fact I do," Sonoko replied. "Now that you mention it, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come along."

"Is Ran going with you?"

"Of course," Sonoko confirmed. "How did you know?"

"That would explain."

"Explain what?" Sonoko asked.

"You already told Ran I would be coming, didn't you?"

"Well, I might have," Sonoko smilingly admitted. "Come on it's not like you have anything better to do, it'll be fun."

"It depends, where are we going?"

"Don't want to spoil the surprise too soon," Sonoko replied. "I'll let you know as soon as class gets out."

"You're too much you know that?"

"Better hurry," Sonoko stated. "Only four minutes left until class begins."

He turned with the shake of his head, walking straight for the locker room.

The last few minutes of class they were given the opportunity to pick what they wanted to do. Most chose to either draw or talk with those around. He made his way over to her desk after packing up.

"Do you know what time we're going to go to Space Inc?" Conan asked.

She lowered the book from her eyes, looking to see him standing at her right side.

"Some time around six," Ai replied setting the book mark into place. "But I'd recommend coming over a little sooner."

"Understood," Conan said. "I've never been one to push the deadline."

"I'm curious," Ai said with the close of the book. "What changed your mind about coming?"

"I guess the thought of the unknown interests me a bit," Conan replied. "And like you said, I might learn something."

She smiled before sliding down from the chair. The two of them joined the rest of the students who stood by the door, listening to the sound of the bell ring in the next minute.

"I hope you all have a good weekend," Sumiko said on their way out. "And come back ready to learn Monday, we have a lot to cover."

The five of them stayed together as they walked, making their way all the way out to the front of the school before coming to a stop.

"So what's the plan," Mitsuhiko asked. "Are we all going to follow Haibara to the house?"

"That's what I was thinking." Genta said.

"I'll come along as well," Ayumi said. "I already told my mom where I would be this morning."

"What about you Conan," Mitsuhiko asked. "Are you coming with us?"

"I need to check in first," Conan replied. "I haven't exactly told either of them about going yet."

"Do you think they'll let you come?" Ayumi asked.

"Don't see why not," Conan answered. "It shouldn't take me any longer than an hour or two, if anything comes up I'll call and let you know."

"We'll see you you soon." Mitsuhiko said as the four of them watched as he walked away

It had been along day of school in his mind, following at her side as they made their way through the hallway.

"Please tell me you're kidding," Tim said as they came to a stop in front of her locker. "You want me to go with you to some fashion show?"

"That's only one of four segments," Sonoko said. "I'm sure you'll find one of the others to your liking."

"And how long is this thing supposed to last?"

"Don't know, but I'll tell you what," Sonoko said after opening the locker. "If things don't turn out as expected, we can always leave."

"What time."

"Four O'clock."

"That's not too late," Tim thought. "Maybe there's a chance I can make it to Space Inc before the six O'clock deadline."

She closed the locker door after placing a few things inside, turning to see him holding out the small brown bag.

"I take it you want this now," Tim said as she took it from his hand. "What's inside the bag anyway?"

"Nothing special," Sonoko replied. "Just some gardening supplies."

"Is that so," Tim said. "Never knew that was one of your hobbies."

"The tools aren't for me, they're for someone else," Sonoko informed. "I'm just delivering them."

"Gotcha."

"I have something I need to do at home," Sonoko said heading for the exit toward the left. "I'll see you later."

"But I don't even know where this place is." Tim stated.

"Just wait for Ran," Sonoko suggested. "She knows where the event will be held."

With that she left, walking around several other students who filled the hall to make her way out.

"Instead of focusing on the task at hand, I get to go see some show," Tim thought. "Lucky me."

There was no one to be seen upon his arrival. He headed straight for the room, removing the bag from his shoulders before walking up to the dresser.

"I wonder if this place has dress code of some kind," Conan said opening the top drawer. "Now, what to wear."

He took the next few minutes to decide on something, putting on a new set of clothes after coming to a decision.

With an extended workout planned for Monday, they had a shortened session which lasted for only thirty minutes. She could see him standing at the end of the hall after walking out of the locker room.

"Waiting for someone?" Ran asked heading his way.

"That didn't take very long," Tim said stepping forward. "Are you ready to go to that show?"

"Not just yet, I want to swing by the house to change into something else first," Ran replied. "Did you give that bag to Sonoko like I asked?"

"Sure did," Tim confirmed. "She left afterward, said she had something to attend to at home."

"No worries," Ran said turning for the door. "She can meet us there."

"How far is this place?" Tim asked following from behind.

"In walking distance," Ran replied. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time before the show begins."

"Any idea how long it's scheduled to last?"

"Good question," Ran said giving it a moments thought. "I'm not quite sure, but we could probably ask someone when we get there."

"I see."

"Why do you want to know," Ran asked. "Is there somewhere you need to be later?"

"No, I was just wondering."

They made their way out the door, arriving outside to find the sky had darkened from what it had been earlier in the day.

"I'm going to head back to the apartment to go change into something else, I'll meet you at your place no longer than an hour."

"I'm going to change my clothes as well, it would make more sense if you came with me," Ran said. "The event is taking place up your way, so it wouldn't make sense for you to back track."

"Good point."

"Come on," Ran said walking forward. "We only have about two hours before the show begins."

He followed at her side as they made their way to the agency. Once there they opened the door to find Conan who was adjusting the tie upon his neck.

"And where exactly are you going?" Ran asked.

"The Space Inc opening," Conan replied "It's a little something Dr. Agasa was invited to."

"How come I haven't heard about it?"

"You wouldn't be the first," Conan replied. "None of us heard about it until he told us."

"That's too bad, and here I was about to ask you if you wanted to come with us," Ran said turning for her room. "I'll be just a minute."

The two of them watched as she headed into her room with the close of the door. He then looked to Conan who did the same.

"Where are you guys going?"

"Let's just say you won't be missing out," Tim replied. "Now onto business."

He reached into his side pocket to pull out a piece of paper, handing it to Conan.

"What's this?" Conan asked unfolding it.

"Blue prints to the Space Inc," Tim replied. "The facility has a total of four floors, the spectator area being on the second floor."

"What are these circled areas you have marked?"

"All the exits," Tim answered. "Two at the east end, and another being at the south/west side of the room."

"What about these two 'x' marks you jotted in?"

"Those are the only two vents in that room," Tim replied. "We need to have every escape route accounted for."

"You're really on top of this," Conan commented. "Do you really think she'll try to escape."

"It's not about her escaping," Tim said. "I'm more concerned about any uninvited guests entering, with her name being on someones hit list you can never be too careful."

"I'll be sure to keep my eyes peeled for any ongoing activity," Conan said. "On another note, how did things turn out in regards to you hacking that computer?"

"It took awhile, but I was finally able to get it to work."

"And?"

"The user name that appeared on the screen was White Tiger," Tim informed. "I wasn't able to gain much more, being the fact the computer crashed not even a minute later taking out mine as well."

"Did you lose all your files."

"Yes, but lucky for me I keep backups."

"So do you think White Tiger is behind all of this," Conan asked. "Not to mention all the officers that were killed."

"If he is indeed the one responsible, than he must be controlling everything from a distance."

"What do you mean?"

"Before the whole network spiraled out of control I was able to get an idea of where the signal came from."

"Where, was it close?"

"Not at all," Tim informed. "From what I was able to pick up, I'd say he's not even in Tokyo, or Japan for that matter."

"But isn't this where his Black Yangs operate from," Conan questioned. "If he's not in Japan, then where is he?"

"That's the unfortunate part," Tim said. "I don't know where he is."

Silence ensued in the following moments. He took this time to place the blueprints into his pocket before walking over to put on his shoes.

"How long do you think it will take before you can make it to Space Inc?"

"Depends on how long this fashion show lasts," Tim replied. "I'll have my phone on, so don't hesitate to call if something important comes up."

"Loud and clear."

The two of them turned at the sound of her coming out of the room seconds later.

"I see you've got your jacket," Tim said. "Smart move, who knows what we'll get with this weather in the next few hours."

"Conan what time do you plan to be back?" Ran asked.

"No later than eight."

"I should already be here when you get back."

"Do you think we'll make it in time," Tim asked looking at his watch. "It's already almost three after ten."

"That just means we need to hurry," Ran said opening the door. "I'll see you tonight Conan, and have fun."

"I will."

With that the two of them made their way out. He stood in the silence for nearly a minute before reaching into his pocket to grab his phone.

"Might as well call and let them know I'm on the way."

He brought the phone to his ear after dialing the number, listening to the ring as he waited.

"So, are you free to come along?" Hiroshi asked picking up from the other end of the line.

"Sure am," Conan replied. "Hold tight, I'll be there shortly."

"I have an even better idea," Hiroshi said. "How about I come pick you up instead, it will be much quicker that way."

"That works for me." Conan said in agreement.

"See you soon."

"I'll be waiting."

He put the phone back into his pocket after hanging up. Another minutes past before he decided to leave the room, tightly closing the door on his way out. He made his way down to the street side, not having to wait long to see the car heading his way.

"Perfect timing."

He took a step forward as the car neared, opening the door to the passenger side after it came to a stop.

"We still have plenty of time before they're to start the presentation." Hiroshi informed.

"Which is at six right?" Conan asked strapping in.

"That is correct," Hiroshi confirmed with the nod of his head. "Is there anything you would all like to do before then?"

No one responded. This caused Conan to look back at them.

"Wow, that's one of the first times you guys haven't come up with something right on the spot," Conan said before turning back to face Agasa. "When do you think they will allow us in."

"What do you mean?"

"At Space Inc," Conan said. "How soon do you think they will let us in?"

"Anytime after four thirty," Hiroshi replied. "That's what I was told anyway."

He looked down at his watch to check the time, sitting back after doing so.

"We have a little over an hour until then," Conan said. "Which means we have time to spare."

"I have an idea what we can do," Genta said. "How about bowling?"

"Wouldn't that take up too much time?" Ayumi questioned

"I guess you're right." Genta said after giving it a seconds thought.

"I know just the thing." Hiroshi said starting up the engine.

"Where are we going?" Mitsuhiko asked.

"Why spoil the surprise, you'll see when we get there."

They off from there, coming to a stop after encountering a red light.

"Another surprise, I think I've had enough of those to last me an entire year."

The time continued to tick with four O'clock fast approaching. She sat in wait at one of the chairs in the lobby, continuously looking toward the elevator doors. She stood up from the chair after seeing him walk out the first door.

"Did I take too long?"

"It only took you five minutes," Ran said. "That's not long at all."

"We have roughly thirty minutes until the show begins," Tim said after checking the time on his watch. "Think we'll make it in time?"

"Don't need to."

"What do you mean," Tim questioned. "Has it been delayed to a later time."

"I got a call from Sonoko while you were up in your room."

"What did she say?"

"She's busy with something that came up and won't be able to make it," Ran informed. "And since this was her idea, I was thinking maybe we could do something else."

"Like what?"

"Something fun."

She took a few moments to give it some thought. It didn't take long for an idea to pop into her head.

"Ice skating," Ran said with snap of her finger. "How does that sound?"

"Ice skating," Tim said rubbing the top of his head. "Skating isn't exactly my thing, but if that's what you want to do I'll gladly tag along."

"Then it's settled," Ran said turning for the door. "We're going skating."

He followed her out, looking directly to the sky as they walked.

"Are you sure about this," Tim questioned. "It looks like we might get some rain, and I'm not talking about one of those wispy drizzles we've been experiencing."

"The skating rink is in doors silly," Ran said smilingly. "I just love the way you have an excuse for everything."

"What excuse," Tim asked. "I wasn't making any excuse, just pointing out we're looking to get some good rain."

"Oh forget it," Ran said continuing to walk. "The last thing I want to do is argue with a delusionist."

"What did I do or say to earn the delusionist label?"

She didn't reply, simply ignoring him as they made their way across the road.

"I see how it is."

Four thirty had already passed by the time they made their way to Space Inc, driving into the parking lot to find most of the spots were taken.

"I must say," Conan thought to himself. "That bird identifying activity at the park came as a surprise, defiantly not what I was expecting."

After searching for awhile longer he found a spot six rows away from the front of the building. They all got out from there, looking to see there wasn't another building in the near distance.

"I wonder why so many cars are parked in this lot," Ayumi questioned. "There was only about twenty names on the guest list."

"I'm betting most of the cars here belong to those working on the construction, look." Mitsuhiko pointed.

They all turned to the right to see a construction sight not too far from where they stood.

"What do you think they're building?" Genta asked.

"From the looks of it, I'd say it's an extention of the main structure." Conan said.

"I was thinking the same thing myself." Hiroshi said in agreement.

He pulled the blueprint sheet from within his pocket as they began walking, pinpointing where they were in relation to everything else around them. It wasn't long after that he felt someone tap his left shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" Ayumi asked.

"Floor plans for this whole facility," Conan replied. "That is for the parts that have been completed."

"And how did you get ahold of something like that?" Ai asked walking up to the other side of him.

"It wasn't all that difficult," Conan replied. "All it took was a little asking around."

"And here I thought you weren't interested in coming along."

"What can I say," Conan said sticking the sheet of paper back into his pocket. "The more I hear, the more I want to know."

They made it to the entrance soon after, walking into a surprisingly dark room. Hiroshi walked over to the man sitting at a desk in the center of the room. The conversation was brief between the two. He waved back to the five of them, signaling for them to follow.

"Right this way." Hiroshi instructed.

They stepped around the right side of the desk before heading down the dark hall. The dim lights from above flickered from time to time as they continued on.

"This place has a creepy science lab vibe to it, don't you think?" Conan asked looking to Ai who walked at his side.

"Getting a little scared I see."

"Of course not," Conan said. "I actually think it's kind of cool, this place has a unique feel to it."

"If you like it so much, why don't you ask for a tour." Ai suggested.

"Only if you come along."

After nearly a minute of walking they made their way into a large room, looking around to see others sitting at the many tables that occupied the middle of the room.

"This must be the place."

He then directed his attention to the left to see a piano sitting up on a large stage. It wasn't long after that someone amongst the crowd made their way into their direction. The tall man in a suit of black stopped once reaching them, holding his hand out with a smile.

“I’m glad you were able to make it Agasa.”

“It’s good to see you as well Mr. Loyd,” Hiroshi greeted with the shake of his hand. “Will the presentation be at six?”

“It’s scheduled for ten after,” Mr. Loyd informed. “There are always those who show up late.”

“That’s a very true statement indeed.”

He took this time to pull the blueprints from out of his pocket, walking forward as he looked down to examine the sheet.

“Conan, where are you going?” Mitsuhiko asked.

“Just showing myself around.”

He made his way past a few tables in front of him, coming to a stop after reaching the far corner of the right side of the room. He took to a knee as he examined the lower part of the wall.

“There’s one of the vents, exactly where he marked it,” Conan said leaning in closer. “Looks way too narrow for someone to enter or exit through here, guess that means I can keep my attention elsewhere.”

He stood back to his feet, looking to those that filled the room.

“Now to see if I can find the guest of the hour, Katina Sugo.”

He gave the rest of the room a look, confirming where all the other exits were before deciding to rejoin the others.

“Enjoy your little stroll?” Ai asked.

“Couldn’t have been any better.” Conan replied sticking the sheet of paper into his pocket once again.

“How about we go over and find ourselves a seat,” Hiroshi suggested. “There’s no telling how many people will be here.”

“Wasn’t there only twenty people on the guest list besides us?” Genta asked.

“That’s true, but the guest list didn’t include those coming in from a technologies lab across the city,” Hiroshi informed. “They’ve had a huge involvement in this project.”

They made their way over to a table in the center of the room, taking a seat once there. It didn’t take long for him to start scouring the room once more, catching sight of Officer Takagi who stood near doorway leading into the room.

“I almost forgot he was on the guest list, they must have brought him in for security purposes,” Conan thought as he turned to the other side of the room. “Still no sign of Katina.”

He checked the time on his watch to see it was forty eight after five, resting his hands atop the table with a deep breath.

“Conan, are you ok,” Mitsuhiko whispered. “You seem a little uneasy.”

“I’m fine,” Conan whispered back. “I’m more anxious than anything else.”

Minutes passed as he continued to watch more people fill the room, disappointed to see none of them were who he was hoping to see. He spun around from where he sat, his eyes slightly widening at who he saw sitting back a few tables.

“That man… where have I seen him before,” Conan thought with a long pause. “That’s right, he’s the same guy I saw talking with Kogoro across the street.”

There was no one seated next to him, giving Conan the feeling he had come alone. He watched as the mystery man removed a pair of black gloves he was wearing.

“This is the second time I’ve seen him,” Conan thought. “Who is this man, and what’s he doing here?”

There was plenty of free space up ahead, doing his best to maneuver around those in front of him before gliding with the ice beneath him. He could hear her gaining, turning as she slid up next to him.

“I thought you said skating wasn't your thing.”

“It’s not.”

“You sure could have fooled me,” Ran said. “What’s with you anyway, you’ve been ignoring me ever since we stepped on the ice.”

“That’s not true; you just haven't been able to keep up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ran asked giving him a striking look.

"Relax, I was only kidding."

"I've known you for a little over a month now, but I really don't know anything about you," Ran said. "What do you like to do?"

"Read, operate computers."

"What about a birthday," Ran asked. "When were you born?"

"Mid summer."

"Any other brothers or sisters back home?"

"The feather has unexpectedly fallen from the tree more than anticipated."

She skidded in front of him which caused him to stop in his path.

"What was that for?"

"Why are are you being so passive with me, all I'm trying to do is have a normal discussion with you," Ran said. "Does this have something to do with me calling you a delusionist earlier?"

"It's not that, it's just... "

He couldn't think of what to say, turning away only to feel her hand touch down upon his left shoulder.

"It's ok," Ran softly spoke . "I'm here to listen to anything you have to say."

This left him frozen, leaving him unresponsive. He looked down at her, seeing that room warming smile across her face. The sound of her phone ringing in the next second released the tension from within him, watching as she pulled it from out of her pocket.

"It's my father, I really have to take this call," Ran said skating toward the other side. "I'll be right back."

He breathed out in relief, watching as she slid over to the wall.

"That's what you call being saved by the ring."

The clock ticked past six as he continued to keep his eyes fixated to him, occasionally taking the time to glimpse over at the door to see if anyone else entered.

"He hasn't said a word to anyone since arriving, that only raises my suspicion about this guy."

After a seemingly long time of sitting the long haired man finally made a move, reaching into his jacket to pull out a phone.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Conan thought. "Need to get in close to hear what he is saying, this might be my only way to learn who this man is."

He slid down from where he sat, stopping at the sound of his name being called.

"Conan, where are you going," Hiroshi asked. "The presentation will begin anytime now."

"I just need to stretch my legs a tad," Conan replied. "I promise I won't be long."

With that he walked off, slowly making his way to the table where the long haired man sat. A few of the other guests looked down at him as he past by. He could hear the deepness of his voice as he got closer, becoming more careful with each new step taken.

"Almost there."

There was no one sitting at the back table but him, making it easier for Conan to slowly make his way to him. The closer the got the, the easier it became for him to pick up what was said. He slid under the table, using the table spread as a means of hiding himself. It wasn't until he was directly under him that he came to a stop.

"This will do, I should be able to hear what I need to from here."

The sound of others laughing at a table nearby could be heard, keeping his ears focused to the task at hand. He could hear the sound of his voice moments later, slightly pushing up to move in closer.

"The presentation has not yet started, but it should anytime now," He spoke with a deep voice. "How are things at the lab?"

He did his best to try and hear what was said from the other line, having no luck.

"Guess I'll have to try and put one and two together."

After a brief moment of silence he could hear the sound of his voice for a second time.

"Yes, she could prove most useful to this operation," He said. "If we're not able to get those neurons to function properly, we may have no choice but to enlist her along with the others."

"Enlist her," Conan thought. "Who's he talking about?"

He could hear him grunt from above, not sure what was said to cause this.

"Of course Valden, I'm watching her as we speak," He confirmed. "She's sitting directly in front of me two tables up."

"Now we're getting somewhere."

He continued to listen on, only to hear him click the end button a few seconds later which ended their conversation.

"That wasn't much, but at least I can find out what brought him here in the first place."

Still on his knees, he slowly made his way to the other side of the table. Once there he slightly lifted up the table cloth, looking straight forward.

"Now to see who this guy has his sights set on."

His eyes widened, feeling an increase in his heart rate after spotting her. He felt his grip on the cloth fade, letting it fall back into place.

"That's Haibara he's watching, could he possibly know who she really is" Conan thought. "But how, and what does he want with her?"

He quietly made his way back to the other end of the table, stepping out from under the table cloth before heading back over to the others.

"Was that walk good enough for you?" Ai asked turning to face him as he approached.

"Most certainly." Conan replied sitting up next to her.

He was on the fence on whether or not to tell her about what he had just heard. There were still several questions left unanswered, choosing not to say anything at the given time.

"I'll have to talk with her later, but right now I have to keep my eye on this mystery man," Conan thought glimpsing back at him. "Not to mention Katina, she has yet to show up."

He directed his attention back to the stage, patiently waiting as someone finally made their way onto the stage.

"Looks like things are finally getting underway."

The sound of the rain trailing along the window side could be heard before even turning the corner. He made his way to the door, stepping out to have the rain dash past the side of his face. There were no sudden movements, closing his eyes as he welcomed the heavy shower from above. It wasn't long after that he felt it all come to an end in one quick second, reopening his eyes to find an umbrella over him.

"Sorry to ruin your fun," Ran said coming to his side. "But the last thing I'd want is for you to get sick."

"I see you came prepared."

"Well it was a no brainer we would be getting some kind of rain," Ran stated. "That's why I brought the umbrella along."

"Good thinking, there's no telling when this will clear up."

"Says the guy who was standing in the midst of it all," Ran said as they began walking. "Do you always do that when it rains."

"It really depends."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The temperature, time of day, and most importantly my mood," Tim replied. "It's something that helps me forget it all, fall free from everything on my mind."

"What's wrong, have you been dealing with a lot of stress?"

"Something like that."

"Hopefully today helped some," Ran said with a smile. "Did you enjoy your time?"

"Of course, I'm glad that's what we decided to do," Tim replied. "But to be completely honest with you, that was only about my fifth time ever ice skating."

"Well you surprised me, I wouldn't have known the difference," Ran said. "If you want we could go again sometime."

"As long as you don't pull off any more of those fancy spins," Tim stated. "You made me feel like a complete rookie."

"I'm sorry about that, did I happen to taunt your ego?" Ran teasingly asked.

He smiled with the shake of his head, the two of them coming to a stop after reaching the end of the street.

"How about tomorrow, we could do something else fun," Ran said thinking up something. "Sonoko should be free, so her and Conan can come along as well."

A flash of lighting in the distance grabbed their attention for a brief moment before quickly fading away.

"Thanks for an interesting evening, I really enjoyed hanging with you," Tim said reaching into his jacket. "Before I forget, I have a little something for you."

She looked on, watching as he pulled a plastic bag from within his side pocket.

"What's in the bag?"

"It's a surprise, so don't open it until you get home," Tim said turning to walk. "I have a lot to get done, so I better get going."

He didn't get far, turning back to face her after feeling her grab ahold of his left wrist.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want you to get all wet," Ran replied. "Come on, I'll be the one to walk you home this time."

"That's not where I'm headed," Tim informed. "I'd hate to drag you along all the way up town."

She took a few moments to give it some thought, holding the umbrella out to him.

"Take it," Ran said. "At least this way you'll stay dry."

"But what about you?"

"I'll take a cab home from here." Ran replied.

She turned toward the street, holding out her hand to signal for a cab. It took over a minute before one arrived. He pulled the back door open once it arrived, allowing for her to step in.

"Anything planned for the rest of the night?" Tim asked.

"Nothing special in mind," Ran replied after easing into the seat. "Are you sure you'll be ok walking alone, some neighborhoods can be dangerous at night."

"Don't worry about it, I'll be just fine." Tim assuringly said.

"I'll take your word for," Ran said reaching for the handle. "Hope to see you tomorrow."

With that she closed the door, looking back at him after driving off to see him give her a wave.

"Something doesn't feel right," Ran thought to herself. "Why am I getting the feeling that something might happen to him, that I may never see him again?"

He stood to the same spot from where she had left, looking to the sky after the cab had driven out of sight.

"Now it's time for the real night to begin."

Everyone was quiet throughout the audience, listening to the captivating tune which came from the piano on stage. It was obvious that something concerned him, which didn't take long for her to take notice of. She gave him a soft nudge to gain his attention.

"What's wrong?" Conan whispered.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Ai replied. "From what I can tell something is bothering you, care to share what?"

He didn't respond at first, looking down at the table before coming to a decision.

"Behind you."

She did as he said to see the long haired man sitting two tables away.

"Do you recognize him?"

"No, I don't," Ai replied turning back to face him. "Should I?"

"I overheard a conversation he was having over the phone," Conan began. "Believe it or not, he's here for you."

"For me," Ai questioned. "Why?"

"Not sure," Conan replied. "But based from his clothing I'd say he's not part of the Black Organization."

"You're right," Ai said giving him another quick look. "He's not dressed in any black at all."

"What I want to know is how any body outside of the organization would know who you are," Conan said. "If my allegation holds true of course."

"What made you spy on him," Ai asked out of curiosity. "Have you seen him before?"

He nodded in confirmation.

"I saw him talking with Kogoro across from the agency," Conan informed. "What they were discussing is still a mystery at this point."

"I see," Ai said looking back to the stage. "So what do you plan to do?"

"Still contemplating on the matter," Conan replied. "No need to worry, I'll take care of everything."

"I have no doubt you will."

It continued to pour down, showing no signs of letting up. He was almost there, leaping from the edge of a building to touch down to the next.

"There's no building within one hundred yards of Space Inc, but that doesn't mean he can't still get the job done."

Using the capabilities of the cowl, he zoomed in on the east side of the building to pin point the only window on the second floor.

"I can see everyone in the room from here," Red Robin thought scouring the area around him. "Now to locate all other positions that room can viewed from, which should all be in this general vicinity."

If he was indeed hiding it out, he knew he had to be somewhere close. He checked several of the neighboring buildings above from where he stood, having no luck in sighting anyone. He then looked to the roof directly below, feeling a sense of success after spotting him.

"Just as I thought."

He dropped down, landing a few feet away from where he stood. Neither said a word to the other for the first couple seconds.

"Been wondering when I'd see you again, Deadshot."

He held the rifle firmly over his right shoulder, glimpsing over at him with a grin.

"You're late."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"I've already got my target locked in, make any sudden moves and I pull the trigger," Deadshot said. "You've done a great job up until this point I must say, but that all comes to an end now."

"Why are you going after Katina Sugo?"

"Who says she's the target?"

"What?"

"So I see you have yet to figure it out," Deadshot said slowly bringing a finger to the trigger. "Tonights special is not Sugo, but rather your little friend with the glasses."

He felt his entire body fall numb, feeling everything inside loosen up.

"What's wrong, you look surprised?"

He chose not to respond, keeping his stance from where he stood.

"Poor kid has no idea what you just dragged him into."

"Why him," Red Robin asked. "The Sugo's are what brought you here in the first place."

"Your state of thinking is what has ultimately thrown you off," Deadshot said. "Having Sugo's name on the guest list is what they used to lure you in."

"So you were hired by someone after all, figures."

"I'm sure you're anxious to know more, but unfortunately I have a hit to complete at this time," Deadshot said taking aim. "I'll give you exactly ten seconds to make a move, better make it a good one, for the boys life weighs in the balance."

He accepted the challenge, simply pressing down to the center of his utility belt. Within that instant several lights throughout the city blacked out, including those at Space Inc.

"Can't hit what you can't see."

"Not bad," Deadshot said lowering the rifle. "You must have hacked part of the cities electrical feeds."

"I know how you like to do things from a distance, and when I saw Katina's name on the guest list I knew you would be lurking from afar," Red Robin said. "What I wasn't anticipating was who your target was."

"There's more you still have yet to uncover." Deadshot said tossing him the rifle.

It landed right into his arms. He knew right away, feeling the weight of the sniper rifle before looking back at him.

"It's unloaded, you never planned to take a shot did you?"

"This whole scenario was to test you, and I'd say you passed," Deadshot informed. "And before you ask, I have no idea what they hope to achieve out of all of this."

"Then let's start from the ground up," Red Robin said tossing the rifle aside. "Who hired you?"

"The master mind herself, Ms. Sugo," Deadshot informed. "I'm surprised you weren't able to deduce that on your own."

"That can't be," Red Robin said in disbelief. "Why would she want members of her family dead, let alone hire someone to target herself?"

"You still don't get it," Deadshot said with the shake of his head. "I don't think your mentor would be too impressed."

"Then enlighten me."

"I've said enough, you'll have to figure out the rest for yourself," Deadshot said in response. "But before I go, there's something I have for you."

He reached into his pocket, handing him a photo before taking a step back. He could see the expression on his face, choosing not to say anything.

"Why did you give this to me?"

"It's a message from Katina," Deadshot answered. "Her next move should be clear, I think you what what you must do."

With that he dropped a blinding smoke bomb to the ground, letting it circulate across the rooftop. Once it cleared Deadshot was nowhere to be found, leaving him the lone man standing.

"He's right... I know what I have to do."

Most everyone stayed to where they were seated after the electricity went out. It wasn't until several minutes later that the lights flickered back on.

"I wonder what that was about?" Conan thought.

Not wasting anytime, he turned around to see that the long haired man was no longer sitting where he had been prior to the black out.

"Great, just what I needed."

He dropped down from where he sat, which caused the others to look his way.

"Conan where are you going?" Ayumi asked.

"Be right back." Conan replied before taking off.

He raced across, coming to a stop after reaching the entryway to the room. Wataru immediately looked down more than surprised to see him.

"I had no idea you would be here," Wataru said looking toward the rest of the guests. "That must mean detective Mouri is here as well."

"No, it's just me this time," Conan said. "Is it ok if I ask you something?"

"Go right on ahead." Wataru replied giving him his full attention.

"When the lights went out did you to hear anything," Conan asked. "Did anyone happen run past you?"

"I don't believe so, I was on alert the whole time," Wataru replied. "I would have heard if someone went by."

"Thanks for letting me know." Conan said turning to walk the other way.

He gave the other possible exits a look as he made his way across the room, looking to find that they were securely shut.

"If he didn't leave through the door leading into this room, then how did he get out?"

He turned at the sound of her coming to his side.

"This is the third time you've run off since we got here." Ai said.

"Sorry, but I'm trying to figure out what happened to our long haired friend," Conan said. "When the lights came back on he was gone."

"That must mean he left."

"Not the way we came in," Conan stated. "According to Takagi when the lights went out no one left the room, that must mean he found another way to leave."

"Have you checked all other possibilities?"

The sound of his phone ringing grabbed his attention, reaching into his pocket to see who it was.

"One second, I have to take this."

He took a step to the side, answering the call after making his way to the near wall.

"I had an idea you would call," Conan said. "Sorry to say, but Katina never showed."

"I know, and she never planned on being there."

"Then why was her name on the guest list?"

"It was a set up."

"A set up, what do you mean?"

"I don't really have the time to explain, nor do I wish to at this time," Tim replied. "That's not why I've called you."

"It isn't?"

"I wanted to thank you, for all that you've done," Tim commented. "There's no telling what would have happened if I didn't have your help."

"I don't understand where any of this is coming from."

"I've given it some thought, believe me," Tim said. "But this is the way it has to be."

"What are you trying to say?"

"I... we'll discuss this later."

A long pause ensued, listening to the click of the other line shutting off. He dropped the phone from his ear, standing there for seconds to come. She looked on from a few feet away, becoming concerned from the look on his face.

"I wonder what that was all about?"

"Is everything ok?" Ai asked.

"I'm fine," Conan replied with the lift of his head. "I think it's about time we rejoined the others."

"If not through the door, then how do you think he was able to leave without anyone noticing?" Ai asked

"I don't know Haibara," Conan replied. "But that doesn't mean we cant find out."

Time continued to pass as they waited, watching as the clock closed in on thirty minutes before midnight. Nearly an hour had passed from the time they arrived. He checked his watch once more after five more minutes went by.

"She should have been here by now."

"Relax Vodka, we still have ten minutes until forty five after."

"Let's hope she's here by then, I don't know how much more of this waiting I can take."

"Why don't you order another drink," Gin suggested. "That should keep you occupied until then."

"I might just consider that."

He turned in his seat to try locate the waiter, looking to see her heading there way.

"What was the hold up Vermouth," Vodka asked. "You're usually always at the meeting site before us."

"Do you really want me to explain?"

"I'd rather you tell us why you asked us here," Gin said. "So let's cut right to the chase."

She took a seat at the third chair around the table before placing a folder to the center of the table.

"What's this?"

"Two weeks ago you claimed to have completed a successful hit, file number Z118," Vermouth said sliding him the folder. "Why don't you take a look inside."

He watched from across the table, seeing the expression on his face drastically change.

"Gin, what is it?"

"Why don't you have a look yourself," Gin replied sliding it his way. "It seems our feathered friend has deceived us yet again."

He to gave the pictures inside the folder a look, shaking his head from side to side in disgust.

"How can we be sure this is him?" Vodka asked.

"Those shots were taken five days ago by one of our outside contacts." Vermouth informed.

"What brought him back under our radar?" Gin asked.

"I'll explain that soon enough," Vermouth replied. "But first I'd like to go over what you two know about him from your encounters."

"That's strange," Vodka said flipping through each photo. "I don't recognize any of these structures."

"And you shouldn't, those shots weren't taken here in Japan," Vermouth said. "They were taken in a place known as Gotham."

"That leaves us with the element of surprise," Gin said. "Red Robin won't know what hit."

"You're right," Vodka said in agreement. "He has no idea we're on to him."

"I will be assisting the two of you for this task, along with a few other chosen operatives," Vermouth informed. "We'll make sure the job is a success this time around."

"I'll assure it." Gin stated.

"And if that isn't enough, we have ourselves an additional target."

She reached into her upper pocket, pulling out yet another photo before placing it onto the table. The two of them gave it a look, surprised at what they saw.

"That's Red Robin," Vodka pointed out. "But who's the guy gliding next to him?"

"They say he's the cities finest, a legend even," Vermouth stated. "Code named, Batman."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 60

Trip to the Dark Deco

The sun shined bright throughout most of the morning. Cars zipping by into the opposite direction could be seen as he made his way along the roadside. After minutes of walking he finally arrived. He gave the door a knock before taking a step back.

"You're early."

"Have any of the others arrived yet?"

"No, you're the first," Hiroshi replied. "Come on in, they should be here anytime now."

He moved to the side which allowed for him to walk in.

"Where's Haibara?"

"She left roughly ten minutes ago," Hiroshi replied. "If I'm not mistaken she went to go meet with the others."

He continued walking, having a seat at the couch after reaching it. A loud beep could be heard as he rested his head back, causing him to look into that direction.

"What is that?" Conan asked sitting up.

"Nothing to worry about," Hiroshi assured. "I was just running a scan on the computer."

The beeping stopped moments later, leaving the room silent for a second time. He found himself becoming concerned, looking over to see him staring up at the ceiling. It wasn't until another minute passed that he decided to make his way over.

"Shinichi, is everything ok," Hiroshi asked. "You're unusually quiet today."

He slowly lifted his head, turning to face him.

"It's been over five months now since I've heard from him, I've tried calling several time," Conan said. "And I've yet to hear back from him."

"Maybe he's extremely busy."

"Could be, but that doesn't mean he can't answer his phone once in awhile," Conan stated. "And the sad part is, he didn't even say goodbye... to anyone for that matter."

"Have you tried reaching Grayson?"

"Only to receive the same results."

"I'm sure there's a good reason why they've neglected to call," Hiroshi said. "Maybe it would be better if you just forgot about it all."

"Can't say that's something that hasn't come to mind."

The sound of the door cracking open in the following second grabbed their attention, watching as the four of them walked in.

"I told you he'd get here before us." Mitsuhiko said being the last to make his way in.

"How long have you been waiting?" Ayumi asked.

"Not long," Conan replied dropping down from the couch. "What were you guys doing?"

"Nothing yet," Genta replied. "We came here to meet with you first."

"We're going to go to the park to play some ball," Mitsuhiko said. "Would you like to come along?"

"I thought we were going to go see a movie."

"We decided to hold on off on that until tomorrow night."

"So do you want to come with us?" Ayumi asked.

"Of course," Conan replied. "It's not like I have anything else to do at the moment."

"Then let's get going, I have to be home by three thirty," Genta informed. "My dad is taking me to the store to pick out a new pair of shoes."

"We'll stop by my house on the way there," Mitsuhiko said. "That way we can pick up all the equipment."

"Would you all like a ride there?" Hiroshi offered.

"I think we'll be ok walking," Mitsuhiko replied turning for the door. "Besides, it's nice out."

"Suit yourselves."

Conan was the last of his friends to make it out, closing the door behind before catching up with the others.

"I heard there's a fifteen percent chance we'll get some rain later." Ayumi said as they made their way past the gate.

"Which would be after eight if it does occur," Ai added. "By that time we should all be inside."

"How do you guys know that?" Genta asked.

"The weather channel of course."

"Can't say I'm against it," Conan said. "We haven't had any rain for the past two weeks."

They kept conversation as they casually paced along. After minutes of walking they finally came to a stop after reaching the front of his house.

"Stay right here, I'll only be a minute."

The four looked on as he made his way in. The sound of many sirens coming from around the street could clearly be heard from where they stood, causing them all to look into that direction.

"That sure is a lot of sirens," Ayumi said. "I wonder what's going on."

"Whatever it is it must be serious." Genta said.

Conan kept his sights set into the distance, wondering where exactly it was they were driving off to. He felt a slight tug a moment later, turning to find her standing at his side.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Ai said. "Whatever it is, I'm sure they'll have it under control in no time."

"I'm not worried about that, just a little curious is all."

"Before I forget, there's something you and I need discuss."

"And what might that be?" Conan asked.

"It's about those names you had me run a search on yesterday," Ai answered. "I haven't gotten all the information on each of them, but I should by tomorrow morning."

"Sounds good."

"I have something else I've been working on for the past couple days," Ai informed. "So calling to remind me might be a good idea."

"Is that so," Conan said. "If you don't mind me asking, what is it you've been spending extra time on?"

"It's a simple project, I'm more in the early stages."

"Is that all you're going to give me?"

"It's a secret." Ai said turning away.

"So it's one of those things."

He came out after about a minute passed, rejoining them at the sidewalk.

"What's in the bag?" Genta asked.

"Two balls, four gloves, and a bat," Mitsuhiko replied. "We should be all set to go."

"It's almost twelve thirty," Genta said looking down at his watch. "That leaves us with a little over three hours before I have to go."

"Then let's hurry," Mitsuhiko said marching forward. "It's only a ten minute walk from here to the park."

They followed from close behind, arriving at the park around the time he had said. He scoured the empty field with a hand above his eyes, looking back at Mitsuhiko after doing so.

"What about bases," Genta questioned. "What are we going to use as bases?"

"Good question," Mitsuhiko said giving it some thought. "I completely forgot all about that."

"Well let's spread out and look around," Genta said. "There's got to be something here we can use."

"Great," Conan thought with the shake of his head. "And this is why we should have gone to see a movie instead."

The sky remained clear throughout mid day, not darkening like they had been anticipating it would do. Three hours had come and gone, leaving the park after an extended game. He walked alone on his way back to the agency, taking a deep breath as he made his way across the street.

"Now, what to do for the rest of the day."

He dropped his hands into the depths of his pocket, coming to a stop after reaching the bottom of the stairwell. He stood there, contemplating on whether to go up or not. After a moments thought he decided to walk forward. He could see him at the left side of his eye as he passed by, only able to take two more steps before hearing his name called.

"Now what," Conan thought turning back for the office. "I wonder what he could possibly want."

He walked in to find Kogoro was on the phone talking with someone. He crossed his arms as he waited for him to finish, becoming more impatient by the minute.

"Why call me in here if he's busy?" Conan thought with the roll of his eyes.

He waited for awhile longer, watching as Kogoro dropped the phone back onto the hook. He smiled as he stood up from the chair, stepping around the desk before walking toward him.

"I just got an unexpected call."

"From who?"

"A friend from out of state," Kogoro replied. "He says he met you when he was down here visiting a couple months back."

"What did he say?" Conan asked lowering his hands from across his chest.

"You have three weeks before you're due back in school, correct?"

"That's right," Conan confirmed with a nod. "Why, is something going on?"

"There's an athletic youth program he said you might be interested in," Kogoro said. "Would you like to give it a try?"

"Hold on a minute," Conan said with the wave of his hands. "Where is this program located, and who is this friend of yours that claims to have met me?"

"Former police officer, Grayson."

"Dick Grayson?"

"So you do remember him," Kogoro said. "So what do you say, would you like to give the program a try?"

He took a few moments to think about it.

"How long would I be there for?"

"For only about a week or so." Kogoro replied.

He gave it a seconds thought, looking back up at him after coming to a decision.

"Sure, why not," Conan said. "When is this program supposed to start?"

"In two days," Kogoro replied. "But since you've decided to go, you better head up stairs and get packing."

"Why so soon," Conan asked. "I thought you said the athletic program doesn't begin for another two days."

"That's true, but the flight he listed you on leaves at five thirty this evening."

"That's less than two hours from now." Conan said looking down at his watch.

"Then you better hurry and get ready."

"I'll be back soon."

With that he turned for the door, hurrying up the stairs toward the door.

"This was completely unexpected," Conan thought. "Maybe now I'll get some answers as to why I haven't heard from either of them."

He arrived into his room shortly after, packing anything of importance into the bag before zipping it shut. He then walked into the bathroom, stashing his toothbrush into the side pocket of the bag before walking out.

"Haven't traveled out of state in quite some time, I wonder what it's going to be like when I get there."

He made his way back into the office only to find that there was no one in there.

"He must have headed down already."

Conan left the complex from there, heading down the set of stairs. He arrived to the sidewalk to see Kogoro standing next to a taxi a couple feet away.

"Hey Conan, over here." Kogoro said with a wave. "We better hurry, there's no telling how backed up security might be today."

The two of them hopped in, with Conan being the only one out of the two to have a seat in the back. Not much was said on the way there, all their attention focused on what was being played on the radio. They arrived in front of the airport after a twenty minute drive. He reached for the door knob only to see him look his way.

"Do you think you can find your way, or do you need me to walk you through the terminal?" Kogoro asked.

"I'll be just fine," Conan assured. "There's plenty of monitors that can help guide my way."

"Once you board, there's going to be someone who's going to watch you the whole way there," Kogoro informed. "I don't know who it is, so keep on the look out."

"Gotcha."

"And one last thing," Kogoro said. "Make sure you behave yourself, the last thing I want is to get a bad report."

"No need to worry, I'll be on my best behavior."

"Good, that's all I needed to hear."

He gave him one last wave, turning for the doors after doing so. Once inside he used the screen monitors throughout the airport to help guide his way all the way to the correct gate. He took a seat after arriving, waiting for a little over an hour before they started boarding several of the passengers. It didn't take long for his seating area to be called, getting up from where he sat to head to the back of the line.

"Good thing I packed the headphones," Conan thought. "This is going to be one long flight."

After a minute of straggling behind those in front of him he finally made it to his seat, buckling in once there. Soon after a man in a black suit and a pair of shades took a seat next to him. He took the time to look up at him, seeing his slick brushed back hair with a grim expression across his face.

"You must be Conan." He said with an imposing yet calming voice.

"That would be me," Conan confirmed. "That must make you the guide that I was told about."

"Call me Sal," He said buckling in as well. "Do you have everything you'll need for when we arrive?"

"Do you mean like my passport?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

"Of course," Conan said with a nod. "Never leave home without it."

"Good," Sal said easing back in his seat. "I'll leave you alone for the rest of the flight, but if you need anything don't be afraid to ask?"

Conan shook his head in response, laying back as well. There was much circulating throughout his mind as he sat there, reaching for his earphones as he turned to look out the window.

"Why am I getting so worried all of a sudden, maybe it's due to the fact I've never been there," Conan thought to himself. "I guess I'm just over thinking things, besides it's only for a week, what could possibly go wrong?"

He kept quiet throughout most of the flight, occasionally talking with any of the flight attendants who walked by. After countless of hours flying through the sky he found himself struggling to keep his eyes open, looking out the window to view the night sky. He slowly drifted off, falling into a deep sleep with his head rested at the corner of the seat.

Many hours passed as he remained asleep, feeling himself yanked at many times over before awaking. He slowly lifted his head, turning to see him looking directly at him.

"Time to get up kid," Sal stated. "We'll be landing in the next forty five."

"That quick," Conan asked in surprise. "How long was I out for?"

"Didn't keep track, I dose off a couple times myself," Sal said. "When I woke up you were still asleep, very unexpected I must say."

"Have to agree," Conan said. "I don't usually get much sleep on plane rides, mostly due to the rocky conditions."

"Well sit tight, we'll be there shortly."

He could feel a stiffness to the back of his neck, simply pivoting his head from one side to the other to help stretch it out. They got closer with each passing minute. He looked out the window after they descended past the clouds, gazing down at the marvelous sight from above.

"I wonder if the view of the city is as eye catching below as it is from up here."

It wasn't until forty minutes later that they finally landed. He made sure he had everything before exiting the plane, staying close behind Sal who walked in front of him.

"I'll walk you through the terminal, once we get to the waiting area I'll release you to whoever is here to pick you up."

"Sounds easy enough."

He followed him step for step, the two of them coming to a stop after reaching customs. The process took a little over four minutes to complete, from there they pushed on. They took a left after reaching the end of a hall they walked down. Conan pulled out his phone after they came upon an elevator, turning on his phone to check his messages.

"Haibara called several hours ago, I'll defiantly have to get back to her."

Sal reached forward, clicking the lower button to alert the elevator.

"Where is the waiting area from here?" Conan asked sliding his phone into his pocket.

"Three floors down," Sal replied. "We'll be there in no time."

The elevator arrived to their floor in a matter of seconds, allowing for the two of them to walk in. They made their way down, stepping out once the elevator came to a stop at the second floor.

"Right this way," Sal instructed. "We're almost there."

He found himself becoming more anxious with every passing second, looking forward as they turned the corner to be greeted by a large crowd of waiting people. He felt a light tap at his right shoulder, looking up to see Sal.

"Do you see who it is who's supposed to be picking you up?"

He focused his attention to those that surrounded, taking the time to scour the large crowd. Regardless of all the commotion that was taking place he was able to spot him, looking toward the right to see him waving over at him.

"There he is." Conan pointed.

"Are you sure?" Sal asked.

"Positive," Conan said walking over. "Thanks for tagging along, the company was most appreciated."

"Anytime kid." Sal nodded.

He pushed his way forward, stepping past those who stood in his way before coming to a stop once reaching him. He looked down at him with Conan looking up in return.

"Welcome to Gotham," Dick greeted. "How was the flight?"

"Couldn't have been any better," Conan replied. "Unless of course I was in first class, but other than that no complaints."

"I'm sure you have some questions you wish to have answered," Dick said turning to walk. "But first, what do you say we get on out of here?"

"Either way works for me."

He followed at his side as the two made their way past the exit. It took a little over three minutes for them to reach the parking lot, stopping once reaching his car. He unlocked the doors which allowed for the two of them to get in.

"Not bad," Conan commented after having a seat. "How long have you had this car?"

"Next month makes two years," Dick replied strapping the seat belt across his chest. "I've kept it in good shape as you can probably already tell."

"That's an understatement."

He stuck the keys into the ignition, starting up the engine as he pulled out.

"I think I've held out long enough," Dick said driving forward. "You have questions, and I'm ready to answer them."

"Ok," Conan said sitting up in his seat. "We'll start with the simple one, why haven't I heard from the two of you for the past few months?"

"It wasn't my call."

"Not your call?"

"It was Tim who wanted to cut bridge with you," Dick informed. "I respected his wishes, doing the same in compliance."

"So what happened," Conan asked. "Did he have a change in heart?"

"To tell you the truth, he doesn't even know you're here," Dick replied. "I respected his decision, but that doesn't mean I agreed with it."

"Do you think he'll be angry?"

"Can't say for sure," Dick replied. "Things have been a little shaky for him as of late, that's one of the reasons why I asked for you to come here."

"So tell me," Conan said looking out the window. "Why did he make the decision that he did?"

He didn't respond for the first few moments, coming to a stop after reaching a red light.

"I think it would be better if you talked to him about it yourself." Dick said.

"I see."

"By the way, where did Ran head off to," Dick asked. "I was going to ask if she wanted to come along as well, but Kogoro said she went off to some camp."

"It's a three week karate thing they're hosting in Sendai," Conan informed. "She left about four days ago."

"Must be pretty boring for you back at the house huh," Dick remarked. "Has she called you any?"

"Not much, from what she told me they stay pretty busy."

"Tried getting ahold of Heiji as well," Dick said. "Haven't heard back from him as of yet."

"That's because he's taking part in a Kendo tournament," Conan informed. "They've had it planned for months now."

"Jeez, everyone's busy these days."

"Pretty much," Conan said turning back to face him. "You said talking with Tim is one of the reasons you brought me here, what was the other?"

"It involves a series of unsolved deaths," Dick replied. "A certain trend that started in Japan three months ago."

"What kind of trend?"

"Heart attacks," Dick replied. "Well, at least that appears to be the cause of death."

"But you think differently, right?"

"Pretty much," Dick said. "So I take it you didn't hear about it back home?"

He shook his head in response.

"This is my first time hearing about it."

"Then we'll start from the ground up," Dick said. "I'll give you the full scoop a little later."

"Starting my trip with a case, couldn't have asked for anything better."

He turned on the radio as they drove on, looking over to get his input.

"What would you like to listen to?"

"Not familiar with any of the stations here, so anything will do."

"Works for me."

He laid back in the seat as he turned to look out the window once again, observing the many structures throughout the city. It had a different feel then what he was accustomed to, taking notice of the construction site in the distance.

"That's a lot of empty land, I wonder what they plan on building there."

He faced forward after gazing out of the window for a period of time, looking to see they were heading up a narrow road.

"Where are we going?"

"To where you'll be staying," Dick replied. "Sit tight, we're almost there."

He could no longer see the city from where they drove, everything from behind cut off from the many tree's that surrounded the area. It remained that way as they continued up the road, nothing but trees and forest could be seen for miles out. It wasn't until after another ten minutes passed that a large structure slowly came into view as they made their way up a large hill.

"We're here."

"Wow, this is where you live," Conan said more than surprised. "This place is like a mansion."

"Used to," Dick corrected. "This is where I used to live, I'm sure you'll fine your stay most enjoyable."

The both of them stepped out of the car after rolling up the windows, making their way over to the large gate that surrounded the premises. He pulled a mini remote from out of his pocket, pressing the center button which caused the gate to slide open.

"If you ever need anything or just want to talk, feel free to call me," Dick said as they made their way across the large front lawn. "I promise I'll answer."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."

They reached the front door after making their way up a long set of stairs. Dick reached into his pocket for his keys once more, fiddling with it before finding the correct one. He twisted the key with a quick turn, unlocking the door in the process.

"Welcome to Wayne Manor."

He opened the door from there, stepping aside which allowed for him to walk in. Everything was spaced out from where he stood, taking notice of the many decoratives and pictures along the upper walls. He then looked toward the large fleet of stairs directly in front of him which lead to the upper levels of the house.

"So what do you think?" Dick asked closing the door from behind.

"Where to begin."

"I guess we'll hold off on that until you've had a look at the whole place."

The two of them turned at the sudden sound of one of the doors opening from upstairs, watching as someone stepped out.

"I see our guest has arrived."

"Conan, meet Alfred," Dick introduced. "If there's anything you need while staying here he's defiantly the guy to go to."

"It's good to finally meet you," Conan said stepping forward. "Tim mentioned you to me awhile back."

"Well I'm glad to get the chance to meet you as well," Alfred said in response. "Believe it or not, I've heard a little about you as well."

"Why don't you show him around," Dick suggested. "That way he knows where everything is."

"What about you?" Conan asked looking his way.

"I have a few things I need to take care of, but I'll be back tonight some time," Dick replied. "And when I do we'll go over what we discussed in the car."

"Tonight it is."

"Alrighty then," Dick said looking back toward Alfred. "I'll let you take over from here."

"Try and be back no later than seven," Alfred stated. "I think you'll find what I have planned for dinner to your liking."

"I won't be late," Dick said heading for the door. "Don't start without me."

"We'll hold off as long as we can."

The room fell silent for the first few moments after his departure, looking to check the time on his watch.

"No use in standing there all day," Alfred said. "Why don't you come up, I'll show you to the room you'll be staying in."

"One question," Conan said making his way up. "What time is it?"

"Five after nine," Alfred replied after checking his watch as well. "Why do you ask?"

"Just switching the time on my watch to match yours," Conan answered. "The time differential between here and Tokyo is actually quite substantial."

"Very true," Alfred said turning for the door nearest to him. "Right this way."

He followed from close behind, entering a long dark hall after walking past the door. There were a few noticeable paintings across both sides of the wall as they continued on, coming to a stop after reaching the first door to the left side.

"If you have something you need and I'm not around, you can come here."

"Who's room is this?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"This is Damian's room, but I'd advice not to disturb him any time between eight to nine in the morning," Alfred informed. "He's really picky when it comes to the early hours."

"Damian.... who's Damian?"

"The room you'll be staying in is right over here." Alfred directed.

He turned to the right to see another door directly across from where he stood, walking over to open it. He stepped into the room to find a large bed at the right side of the room, looking to see window looming over it a few feet above. He then brought his attention to the left side of the room to see an empty closet along with yet another door. He walked over to check it out, pulling the door aside to find it was a bathroom.

"So what do you think?"

"I might not ever leave this room," Conan replied. "Couldn't have asked for anything better."

"Would you like a tour of the rest of the house," Alfred asked, "Or would you prefer to lay it low for an hour or so?"

"A full round tour sounds good to me."

The sound of someone entering the room caused the two of them to look back to the door, looking just in time to see him come to a stop.

"I thought I heard voices."

"I was just about to take him on a tour of the house." Alfred informed.

"Don't mind yourself," He said taking a step toward the two. "If you don't mind, I'd like to cover that myself."

"That's fine by me," Alfred said heading for the door. "I'll leave it to you then."

He left from there, leaving the two of them. Things became silent for the next few moments, both waiting for the other to make the first move.

"I'm honored to finally get the chance to meet you, I've heard all about your talents detective," He said holding out his hand. "Bruce Wayne."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 61

Widespread Heist

Moments past as everything began to slowly register, reaching out to meet his. The grip was strong and firm, doing his best to match his. It was faint, but he learned just that much more about him with that one handshake.

"I'm glad to have the opportunity to meet you as well, Mr. Wayne."

"Call me Bruce, I prefer it," Bruce said in response. "I've heard a little about your situation, so that raises the question."

"The question?"

"How would you like to be addressed," Bruce asked. "By your true name, or your alias so to speak?"

"I'm fine with either one," Conan replied. "I'll leave that up to you to decide."

"Alright then Shinichi," Bruce said turning for the door. "Right this way."

He removed the bag from his shoulders, tossing it next to the door before following him out. They made their way down the hall he had come, opening the door which lead them back to the front room.

"Where are we going?" Conan asked as they headed down the stairs.

"Starting from the ground up."

He wasn't too sure what that meant, deciding not to give it much thought as they continued on. They reached the bottom of the stairs soon after.

"The kitchen is to the left from here," Bruce pointed. "I'd take you there now, but I'm certain you'd prefer to see everything else first."

"Works for me," Conan said. "I can always check out the kitchen later."

"Then it's settled."

They headed toward the right, coming to a stop after reaching the first of three doors in the area. He stepped aside as he opened the door. Conan was the first to walk in, his eyes widening at what he saw. There were books everywhere, piled across the many shelves throughout the room.

"So what do you think?" Bruce asked coming to his side.

"I don't even know where to begin," Conan said looking from one side of the room to the other. "This is like a mini library, how many books are in here in all?"

"Can't give you an exact number, but I can assure you there's more than enough to keep you occupied," Bruce replied. "Everything is organized alphabetically, so finding a book of choice shouldn't be hard to pin point."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"You can come in here anytime, we usually always keep this room unlocked." Bruce said turning back for the door.

He did the same in response, catching sight of a desk in the far corner on his way out. He followed him to the next room, hearing a soft circulating sound coming from the other side of the door.

"I wonder what that noise is."

He stood aside as Bruce unlocked the door, watching as he lightly pushed it to the side after doing so.

"Right after you."

He headed in from there, taking a few steps forward before coming to find what he had heard from the other side of the door. There stretched out across the center of the room sat a swimming pool.

"There's also a steam room over to the left there," Bruce informed after stopping at his side. "I don't know if you're much of a swimmer, but I thought you might want to see this."

"First a library, and now an inside pool," Conan said looking up at him. "Is there anything you don't have stashed up in this place of yours?"

"That's for you to find out." Bruce said heading back for the door. "Right this way, we still have a few key areas to cover."

He followed from behind as the two made their way out.

"For me to find out," Conan questioned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

They arrived back to the front room shortly after. He walked at his side as they made their way toward the third door near the far corner.

"Now for door number three, what will it be this time," Conan thought to himself. "Wouldn't be surprised if it was a space station of some kind."

Bruce was the first to head in this time with Conan following from close behind. It was not what he was expecting upon entering, looking around to see a well spaced out room. There was a desk in the right corner, with a fireplace being directly across from where he stood. He then turned to the left to see a single chair sitting beneath a large portrait upon the wall.

"What do you use this room for?" Conan asked.

"I come here to think," Bruce replied. "I enjoy having a place where I can go to collect my thoughts."

"So basically this is your study room?"

"You could call it that." Bruce said hearing the buzz of his phone from inside his jacket.

"This one's important," Bruce said checking to see who it was. "I have to take this, I'll be back momentarily."

With that he exited the study. Conan took this time to make his way over to the lone chair at the left. He stood there for the next few moments, resting his hands into his pocket at the sudden coolness. He then looked up at the portrait, not recognizing the man or woman in it.

"This is the only thing pinned on the wall in this room," Conan thought checking the other walls. "This Portrait must signify some kind of importance."

He then clutched the insides of his pocket after feeling the cool air again he had felt seconds prior.

"Where is that coming from?"

He took a step back to search the rest of the room. It didn't take long for him to catch sight of a window in the upper corner of the wall.

"That's the only window in here, and from what I can tell it's locked," Conan said. "So if it's not coming from the window, then where?"

A sudden sound could be heard from behind. He wasn't sure what it was, looking across the room at the desk to see something moving. He removed his hands from his pocket on the way over, coming to find the propellor on a model plane slightly pivoting from side to side. He then felt the cool air brush past the side of his face.

"I felt it even more so that time," Conan said with a turn. "I must be getting close."

He followed the cool drift of air throughout the room, finding himself heading toward the fire place. He took to a knee, reaching his hand in to check for any circulating of air.

"It's not coming from here," Conan said standing back to his feet. "But it must be right around here."

Then he saw, taking notice of a grandfather clock a few feet away from where he stood. He took a couple steps to the right, stopping after arriving in front of it.

"Could this be it?"

He could faintly see his reflection, carefully feeling around the edges of the clock. It didn't take long for him to come to a conclusion, taking a step back after accomplishing his task.

"So this is where all that cold air is coming from." Conan said as the sound of the door sliding open from behind could be heard.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long." Bruce said rejoining him.

"Not at all," Conan said. "I found a way to keep myself entertained."

"I'm sure you've seen enough of this room by now," Bruce said. "Why don't I give you a tour of the garage?"

"Sounds good, but I have one question," Conan said. "What do you keep behind this clock here?"

"Excuse me?"

"Out of all the rooms we've visited, this one had a noticeable difference in temperature," Conan said. "It wasn't until I took note of that propeller on your desk that prompted me to look around."

"And you believe it's coming from the clock?"

"I know it is," Conan said. "I've checked every square inch of this room, why don't you give it a feel yourself?"

He did as he said, walking over to feel the sides of the clock.

"You're right," Bruce said stepping back. "I'll have to get this fixed up, especially with the colder months up ahead."

"Glad I was able to point it out."

"So what do you say we finish that tour?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Right this way." Bruce said leading the way once again.

It took roughly thirty minutes for him to get through the rest of the tour, heading back up the stairs after returning from the outside garden. He made his way back to the room, grabbing his bag from where it laid before having a seat at the side of the bed. He pulled out his phone moments later, finding he had forgotten to turn it off.

"It's almost juiced out, I better charge it before it shuts down on me."

He reached for his bag, zipping the side pocket open to pull out his phone charger. It didn't take long for him to find an outlet, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he let his phone charge.

"It shouldn't take too long," Conan said laying back. "Nothing but a few minutes."

He looked to the ceiling, listening to the sound of the birds chirping outside the window. Without further thought, he closed his eyes, falling into a brief nap.

Everything had been prepared just as he had timed, standing in front of the sink to rinse off his hands after a job well done. He turned at the sound of the kitchen door swinging open from behind.

"So how did the tour go?" Alfred asked drying his hands with a rag aside the counter.

"Better than I'd hoped," Bruce said with a smile. "The kid's as remarkable as stated."

"So we've heard."

"I had to see it for myself," Bruce said leaning to the wall. "When Tim told me his identity had been deduced by some high school detective, my first thought was that he had gotten careless."

"And now?"

"He hasn't even been in this house for a day, and has already discovered the west entrance to the cave," Bruce informed. "He's passed half of my test, but failed to figure the other."

"I had no idea you planned on testing him," Alfred admitted. "If that was the first part of this test of yours, what was the other part?"

"For him to notice I was studying him," Bruce replied. "But I'm impressed none the less."

"Where is he now?"

"Up in the room," Bruce replied. "With the time differential between here and Japan, I wouldn't be surprised if he's asleep."

"Then we'll let him rest," Alfred said. "I'll check on him in the next hour or so."

"In the mean time I'll be down stairs," Bruce said pushing up from the wall. "I have something I need to go over, if you need me you know where to find me."

"Of course."

The sound of the phone beeping from the end of the bed alerted him. He pushed up from where he laid before reaching over to grab it.

"Looks like it's fully charged." Conan said removing the cord.

He brought the phone to his ear after dialing the number, listening to it ring for the first few seconds. It wasn't long after that he heard her knackered voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Isn't it too early for this?"

"What do you mean," Conan asked. "It's well past mid day."

"Six in the morning is considered past mid day to you?"

"Oops, I completely forgot about the time difference between here and there," Conan laughingly said. "Sorry for waking you Haibara."

"Time difference," Ai questioned. "Where are you exactly?"

"In Gotham," Conan replied. "It's a long story."

"How long do you plan on being there for?"

"For only about a week," Conan answered. "But we'll dicuss that later, what about those names I had you run a search on?"

"I was up until two, and didn't get to sleep until after three," Ai said with her voice slightly raising. "I think I'm entitled to some rest."

"But what about the names?"

The only response he received was that of the phone clicking off from the other end of the line.

"That must mean we'll talk later," Conan said with the shake of his head. "Ah, women."

He closed his phone from there, listening to the sound of someone approaching from the other side of the door. He dropped down from the bed just as the sound of a knock from the other side could be heard.

"Come right on in."

"Master Grayson is on his way back," Alfred said after entering. "Would you like to join us down stairs?"

"But I thought he wasn't planning on returning until tonight."

"It seems he's already finished whatever was on his agenda," Alfred said. "And before I forget, I was wrong about the time earlier."

"You were?"

"The battery on my watch had given out," Alfred informed. "I didn't really think about it afterward, but you actually arrived here some time after three."

"So what time is it now?"

"Nearly five thirty."

"Didn't realize I was out for that long, it might take awhile for my body to get used to the time switch."

"Indeed," Alfred said turning back for the hall. "I'll see you down stairs."

"Wait up," Conan said heading after him. "I'll come with you."

He followed him through the upper part of the house, dropping his hands into his pockets as they made their way down the stairs.

"It was around six when I called Haibara, and it's five something here," Conan thought as they continued on. "That must make it around a thirteen hour difference in time."

They came to a stop after reaching the bottom of the stairs.

"You're free to head into the TV room if you'd like," Alfred said. "I have a few things to wrap up in the kitchen in the mean time."

"Where's Bruce?"

"Last I checked he was out back looking over the plants," Alfred replied. "That was over thirty minutes ago, if you wish to speak with him you could try checking the study."

"I take it he spends a lot of time in there?"

"Very true."

The sound of the front door cracking open caused the two of them to look over. He raised a brow at who entered, surprised to see it wasn't Dick who had arrived. He stood in place as a young boy approached the two of them, removing the hood that sat atop his head after coming to a stop in front of them.

"Wherever did you run off to," Alfred asked taking a step forward. "I've been looking for you all day."

"Who's the kid with the glasses?"

Conan's eyes narrowed at this, feeling a sense of distance in his tone.

"Damian, this is Conan," Alfred replied. "He's that bright detective from Tokyo we heard so much about."

"So, you're Kudo." Damian said crossing his arms.

"That's right," Conan said with a nod. "It's strange though, out of everyone Tim spoke to me about he never mentioned a Damian."

"Doesn't surprise me."

"So what's your relation with Bruce?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"I'm his son." Damian replied uncrossing his arms.

"I see, so that makes you Tim's little brother."

"What a family it is." Alfred side commented.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Damian." Conan said holding out his hand with a smile.

"How long is he staying for?" Damian asked after turning away from him.

"That has yet to be determined." Alfred replied.

"I'll be up in my room if I'm needed."

With that Damian made his way for the stairs, pushing past Conan with his arm knocking his shoulder.

"Why don't you give our guest a look in your room." Alfred suggested.

He came to a stop about half way up, turning back to face him.

"I have no interest in accompanying myself with any of Drake's riff raff associates," Damian stated. "Now if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to get a little rest before tonight."

The two of them looked on as he made his way up, watching as he pushed through the door.

"So, that's Damian."

"Don't let him discourage you," Alfred said coming to his side. "He's usually like that towards those he's not familiar with."

"You think he'll lighten up to me eventually?"

"Most certainly."

"I sure hope you're right," Conan said. "The last thing I'd want is to create any kind of feud."

"I don't think any of us would want that to occur," Alfred said turning to the left. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me for anything."

"Gotcha."

From there the two of them headed their separate ways. It didn't take long for him to reach the door, giving it a few knocks before hearing the sound of his voice from the other side of the door.

"It's unlocked."

He slowly pushed the door aside, walking in to see him sitting at the desk to the right.

"I thought I might find you in here."

"How may I help you Shinichi?" Bruce asked looking up from the pile of papers that lay stacked across the desk.

"I was just wondering where Tim is," Conan replied. "Does he live here as well?"

"He used to, but has his own place now," Bruce informed. "He's actually out in Dakota assisting a friend, he should be back as early as tomorrow."

"Thanks for the notification," Conan said heading over to the side of the desk. "What are you doing in here anyway?"

"Going over a state wide problem."

"What kind of problem?" Conan asked.

"High level weaponry has been getting passed around from city to city, most of it stolen," Bruce informed. "It wasn't until last week that it came into affect here in Gotham."

"How long has this been going on for?"

"For at least two months." Bruce replied while sitting up from the chair.

He grabbed his jacket that hung from the back of the chair, tossing it on before heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Conan asked.

"For a little drive," Bruce replied. "I don't plan on being gone for long if you'd like to come along."

"Thanks for offering, but I'll have to pass," Conan said. "Still feeling a tad tired."

He followed him out of the office all the way to the front door before making his way toward the stairs.

"No shame in getting some rest," Bruce said as he reached for the knob. "You'll get used to the time change in the next few days."

He could hear the sound of the door closing from behind after taking a couple steps up, pulling himself along as he felt the urge to close his eyes.

"Let's hope it's sooner rather than later."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 62

A Steel Encounter

All was rested to the mind as he slept through the night. It wasn't until well after mid night that something awoke him. It wasn't a sound, but rather something looming over the lower portion of the room. His eyes slid open at the sight, finding a small portion of light shinning in from the window.

"That light's too bright to be the moon, I wonder what's going on out there."

He pressed his hands down to his side, casually pushing up as his eyes slowly adjusted to the half dark room. He came to a dead stop after sitting up, feeling the slick frigid blade across his neck. Regardless of how dark it was, there was still enough light to make out who was at his side.

"Damian, what are you doing in here?"

"You and I are due for a little talk." Damian replied leisurely lowering the blade.

"It's two in the morning," Conan said looking to the clock at the bedside. "What's so important that it can't wait until tomorrow morning?"

Damian didn't reply, simply stepping back from where he stood. He steadily raised the sword, keeping his eyes fixated to his before launching forward with a daring swing. He cringed back in fear, closing his eyes in the process. He reopened them after a long a long pause, finding a small strand of his hair laying at his side.

"You're about as fragile minded as they come," Damian said lowering the sword to his side. "Let's hope this trip of yours is a short one, because you won't last very long around here."

He turned away seconds later, taking each step at a time as he made his way through the dark room. He came to a stop after pushing the door aside, glimpsing back at him for a final time.

"One last thing," Damian said resting the blade upon his shoulder. "Don't ever call me Drake's little brother again, it's insulting."

He left the room from there, softly closing the door on his way out. Everything seemed to have become darker, looking to find the light that had awoken him was nowhere to be seen. He took a deep breath, dropping back down to the comfort of the soft pillow. He stared into the dark space of the room before closing his eyes.

"This is going to be one long trip."

He laid there for minutes to come, slowly drifting off with each tick. All remained steady throughout the rest of the night. The next morning brought the sound of a loud roaring engine, gashing its way through the window side. It didn't take long for him to awake, sitting up from where he laid.

"I wonder what that was."

He wiped the sleep from his eyes before crawling out of bed, heading toward the dresser on the far side of the room. He left the room once dressed, glimpsing at the door across from his as he made his way down the hall. The sound of the TV running from the left side could be heard as he made his way down the stairs, looking up at the sound of someone entering in through the front door.

"I see you're finally awake," Alfred said stopping once reaching the bottom of the steps. "How did you sleep?"

"Couldn't have been any better."

"That's good to hear."

"There aren't many roads in this particular area," Conan said stepping down from the stairs. "Do you know what all that racket was about a couple minutes ago?"

"Nothing to be concerned, it was just a group of uptown bikers racing along the side of the road," Alfred informed. "That's what promoted me to go outside in the first place."

"Where's everyone else?" Conan asked looking around.

"Master Bruce left for an important meeting over an hour ago," Alfred replied. "And as far as I know, Damian has yet to come from his room."

He looked down at his watch to check the time, surprised at what he saw.

"It's almost two O'clock," Conan said looking back up. "Can't believe I was asleep that long."

"I predicted that much."

"What about last night," Conan asked. "Did Dick ever show up?"

"As a matter a fact he did," Alfred confirmed with a nod. "He arrived shortly after you had taken off to your room."

"That means I must have fallen asleep by the time he arrived."

"No worriers," Alfred said. "He's on his way here now."

"That's good to know," Conan said. "There's something we're supposed to discuss as it is."

"Well you won't have to wait long," Alfred assured. "He called over twenty minutes ago, so he should be here anytime now."

"In that case I'll just wait it out here." Conan said having a seat at the third step from the bottom.

The sound of something ringing from inside the kitchen instantly caused the two of them to look that way.

"What was that?"

"Duty calls I'm afraid," Alfred replied before heading toward the sound of the ring. "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen."

He pulled his phone out as he sat in wait, coming to find a couple missed calls from his friends.

"It's two in the morning back in Tokyo," Conan said dropping the phone to his side. "I'll have to wait until tonight some time to call them back."

The sound of the gate could be heard sliding to the side after minutes of waiting. He stood up from where he sat, looking over just in time to see him head in through the front door.

"Glad to see you're up and going," Dick said closing the door from behind. "When I called awhile ago you were still asleep."

"Sorry I missed you last night."

"Don't sweat it," Dick said. "I had a lot to do as it was, heard you got a tour of the house."

"Sure did."

"How'd that go?"

"About as good as it can get," Conan replied. "So what brings you here, did you come to discuss that case you told me about?"

"That, and I also came here to let you know Tim has returned from his trip to Dakota," Dick replied. "He flew in some time this morning."

"Does he know I'm here?" Conan asked.

"I figured you'd want to let him know yourself."

"Where is he now?"

"Getting ready to speak at a public event," Dick replied. "He's helping to sponsor a youth fitness program they have set to begin in the next few weeks."

"Sounds like fun," Conan said. "Not to flip gears or anything, but you never did tell me the full extend of what caused the deaths of those victims you mentioned."

"You mean the heart attacks?"

He nodded in response.

"So what is it you think triggered the heart attacks," Conan asked. "Did any of them happen to have any similar health issues?"

"That's defiantly a possibility, but something I haven't looked into," Dick replied. "It's not what was discovered in the heart that caught my attention, but rather what was found in each of their brains."

"And what is it you came across?"

"Plumbism," Dick replied. "It was very apparent after taking a look at their prefrontal cortexes."

"How low were the volumes levels?"

"Low enough for sufficient damage."

"So what's the catch, do you think their heart attacks were triggered from lead poisoning?"

"It's a possibility, but I have yet to find out how they got the lead into their system."

"Not an easy task, considering the amount of possibilities," Conan said. "There's plenty of facilities that present a high risk, such as working with auto mechanics or painting."

"That's not what I had in mind," Dick said. "We have over fifty people who have died with these same results, and that's just counting this last week."

"So what are you suggesting?"

"It's too much of a coincidence, there has to be more to it than that."

"Let me guess, you think someone is triggering all of this?"

"The how is what I haven't been able pin point as of yet," Dick stated. "Or the why for that matter."

"That just means we have a lot of work to do," Conan said. "If what you think holds true of course."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small device after feeling it vibrate from within his pocket.

"What is that," Conan asked. "Some kind of pager?"

"Sort of, it's linked to a security system I've been using to keep tabs on a few things," Dick replied before turning for the door. "I'm heading into the city, you're free to come along if you'd like."

"Where are you going?"

"I plan on meeting with a friend, but I can drop you off in front of the construction site on my way there."

"A construction site?"

"Yea, the one Tim will be holding his speech at," Dick informed. "It's only about a twenty minute drive from here."

"You can count me in," Conan said walking up to his side. "The sooner I talk with him, the better."

"I figured that much," Dick said reaching into his pocket. "This is for you, you'll need it for clearance."

"Clearance for what?" Conan asked taking the key card into his hand.

"Everything requires a form of insurance these days, it will enable you to get past the security they have set up."

"Gotcha."

They headed out the front door from there, walking down the long fleet of stairs before getting into the car. He rolled down the windows as they drove, allowing for the air to flow in. Conan tapped his finger to the side of the seat as they drove, thinking of all the possibilities that it could be.

"You said there were over fifty deaths in the past week in regards to this case you've been working."

"That's correct."

"So tell me," Conan said looking his way. "Where did these heart attacks occur?"

"All around the world," Dick replied. "There is no specific place, that's what has made it so difficult to pin point the source of the problem."

"That just makes things a lot more complex."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it, it's only a matter of time before we make a break."

"That's one thing to think about, but then there's also the why," Conan said. "If someone is in fact responsible, they must have a motive."

"And we probably won't find out what it is until we find the person responsible," Dick said. "That is if what I believe holds true."

Things fell silent for the next few minutes. He turned on the radio as they drove on, listening to the weather broadcast for the day up until the end of the week. He could tell they were getting close, looking out the window to see a large construction site in the near distance.

"Any idea what they plan on building?" Conan asked.

"I know for a fact they're building an inside gym along with an outside track," Dick replied. "They also plan on setting up two smaller facilities out back, what they'll be used for is beyond me at this point."

"Guess we'll have to wait and see."

He casually lost speed as they paved the way, finding a spot near the end of the block before coming to a stop.

"We're here, this is as far as I go," Dick said. "If you need me to pick you up in the next hour or so be sure to call."

"Will do," Conan said pushing the door open. "You're positive he'll be here?"

"He's been planning this for the past two weeks, he'll be here." Dick assuringly replied.

With that he exited the car, waving as he watched him head off back into the direction they had come.

"Now to get some things cleared up."

He headed over to a group of people who stood in a long line, making his way to the back before looking up at the sky. He took notice of an officer near the gate door after facing forward. The weather was mild, making for a manageable wait. He reached into his pocket as the line progressed forward, pulling out the key card that was given to him. Just as it was his turn to enter past the gate he felt someone grab hold of his left hand, looking up to find a woman dressed in a light sweater with a hood laying over her head at his side.

"Not to be too fast pressing, but I'm going to need to see your entry card," The officer said from the side of the gate door. "We have a lot of spectators coming in, so I'd like to keep this as fast moving as we can."

Her grip tightened, glimpsing down at him with an softening grin.

"Alright honey, give the gentleman the card."

He became lost within the moment, captivated by her alluring eyes. He could feel the card slide out of his grasp, turning just in time to see the security guard slide the card which caused the door to slide open.

"You two are cleared to head in." The guard said before handing her the card.

"Thanks officer." She said with a nod.

She pulled him along as the two walked in, making their way past a group of people before coming to a stop. She kneeled down in front of him, brushing a red streak of her hair to the side as she slowly moved in closer.

"Appreciate the help handsome." She thanked before giving him a small peck on the cheek.

Everything fell stiff, feeling her slide the card into his pocket before watching her disappear amongst the crowd.

"Did I just let her use me to get past security?"

It took a few moments for everything to ease in to the mind, looking into the direction she had headed into.

"What could be so important that she used me to get in here," Conan said following after her. "Only one way to find out."

He carefully made his way past those standing around, taking notice of a fleet of chairs to the left lined up in front of a small stage.

"That must be where he'll be speaking at."

He faced forward once again only to unintentionally bump into someone which caused his glasses to fall from his eyes. Not wanting to lose any extra ground, he decided to leave them there for the time being. He finally caught sight of her after a few extra steps, taking cover behind a light pole.

"I knew she couldn't have gotten far, not with those boots she's wearing," Conan said. "But how did she know I came alone, was she watching me?"

He watched her from the tree she stood under, taking notice of the gloves on her hand he had failed to notice earlier.

"I wonder what's with the gloves."

He continued to look on from his position. It wasn't until another minute passed that a man dressed in a suit of black approached her.

"Looks like we're finally getting somewhere."

He did his best to get a look at his face, catching sight of an eye patch over his left eye. The hat atop his head made it hard for him to get a clearer view. The two engaged in conversation shortly after.

"Can't hear a word they're saying," Conan thought to himself. "But it's not like I can move in any closer, they'll most certainly see me."

He continued to look on, watching as the mystery man pulled a mini remote from within his jacket. The two exchanged a few additional words before he pressed down to the remote. She seemed delighted by this, smiling in response. Something dashed past his eyes. It was brief, but he had seen it.

"What was that flash of light." Conan said looking around.

He looked to all sides, unable to find where the light had come from. It then happened for a second time. He shot his head into the direction it had come from, looking up to a building overlooking the site to see someone holding a sniper in hand.

"That's not good," Conan said pushing away from the pole. "Looks like I'll have to put my little operation on hold."

He quickly raced over to a group of people, tugging at the end of a woman's dress to get her attention.

"How may I help you?" She asked looking down at him.

"There's a man with a gun on the roof," Conan pointed. "Someone needs to call the police."

"You have quite the imagination little boy." She said before turning away.

He then walked over to the left, tapping a man from behind who instantly glared down at him.

"Not now kid, can't you see I'm busy?"

He tried informing a few others, only to receive similar results.

"What's wrong with theses people," Conan said looking back to the roof to see the sniper still in position. "No one seems to want to listen to me."

There was only one thing left that came to mind, checking his watch to find he only had one stunner left.

"Only got one shot," Conan said taking aim. "Gotta make this count."

He quickly scoured the area, coming across a young man wearing a pair of glasses with a fine dress suit on.

"He looks well to do," Conan said locking down to the back of his neck. "I don't think anyone will have a problem listening to him."

Without hesitation he fired away, stepping back in anticipation of his fall. Surprisingly nothing happened.

"It didn't work!"

He walked forward, coming to a stop after finding his launched stunner laying on the ground. He reached for it, his eyes widening after finding it had snapped in half.

"There's just no way," Conan thought with the shake of his head. "I've never had a stunner have no affect, let alone break on me."

He then narrowed his eyes up at the man who stood over him,

"Was something wrong with the stunner, or did it have something to do with him?"

Just as he stood back to his feet a freighting scream glided past his ears. It caused everyone who heard it to look into that direction.

"And here I thought things couldn't get any worse."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 63

Search Begins

He decided to stay put, watching as those who stood around him took off into the direction of where the scream had come. As he waited he looked over his shoulder to see the young man he had tried using his stun gun on was now gone.

"I wonder where he ran off to," Conan thought. "I didn't see him follow any of the others."

He carefully made his way through the crowd, not wanting to bump into anyone like he had just a few minutes ago. While walking he glimpsed up toward the rooftop to see the sniper had taken off from where he had been.

"Figures," Conan remarked before facing forward. "Now to find out what all this commotion is all about."

It didn't take long for him to slide his way past those in his way, coming to the center of it all a short time later. He looked down to the ground to see him laying there with his left hand clutched to his chest.

"That's the man with the eye patch." Conan said racing forward.

He came to a stop once reaching the body, immediately checking for a pulse with the feel of his wrist.

"No good," Conan said with the shake of his head. "I didn't hear any shots fired, so that must mean the sniper didn't make a move."

He then checked for any kind wounds, which was quickly ruled out after a fast examination of the body. He then focused his attention to his eyes, noticing a darkening tint in his right eye in comparison to the left.

"I wonder what that's supposed to mean," Conan thought moving in for a closer look. "Could he have been poisoned?"

Someone whistled out from behind which caused him to turn around, watching as a security guard made his way toward him.

"What happened?"

"I'm not quite sure to tell you the truth." Conan replied.

"Did anyone see what happened to this man?"

Everyone shook their head in response to his question. He then looked back down at Conan who did the same in return.

"Alright kid, I'll take over from here."

"Of course." Conan said before stepping aside.

He looked toward the roof for a final time as he made his way back toward the light pole where he had been minutes prior.

"The gunman is probably long gone by now, but what was he doing up there," Conan said before finding a spot to lean. "And what about that woman who used me to get in here, I wonder if she had anything to do with."

He took a couple moments to scour the area from where he stood. There was no sign of her. He then looked toward the small stage, catching sight of someone heading his way. He couldn't tell who it was at first, pushing away from the pole as they neared.

"That's the guy with the glasses I encountered," Conan thought. "But why is he heading toward me?"

The sun reflected bright from the sides of his glasses as he approached. Conan kept a straight face as he closed in with each step, looking up at him after he came to a stop.

"Hey there little guy, you dropped something."

"I did?" Conan questioned.

"Here you go."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the glasses he had lost earlier.

"Thanks," Conan said taking them into his hand. "How did you find them, let alone know they were mine?"

"I try keep a watchful eye out," He replied. "I know how important glasses can be, in more ways than many may think."

"I defiantly know what you mean." Conan said sliding them back into place.

"So what's your name kid?"

"Conan."

"Conan huh, that's not one you hear very often," He said with a smile. "So what are you doing here all alone, I haven't seen you with anyone since you arrived."

"That's because my mom dropped me off," Conan came up with. "I'm here to meet a family friend."

"Funny that you say, I'm here to meet with a friend as well."

The steps were calm and set, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. They quickly turned at the sound of someone coming to a stop to the side of them.

"Hopefully this whole incident hasn't ruined the day for either of you."

"Tim." Conan said looking up.

"Long time no see, Shinichi," Tim said removing his hands from his jacket. "I see you've met one of my friends, my best one at that."

"Your best friend?" Conan said turning back to the man next to him.

"That's right." He said with the tip of his glasses.

"So what's your name?"

"Conner," He replied. "Conner Kent."

The next moment they were joined by the security guard who had previously been monitoring the front gate.

"Did any of you happen to see what that man was doing before he collapsed," The officer asked. "We're trying to clear things up as much as we can."

"I might be able to help," Conan said with the raise of his hand. "I saw him a little before he fell over."

"Right this way," The officer instructed. "I'm going to need you to write down everything you saw."

He nodded in compliance.

"Be right back guys."

With that he and the security guard made their way over to a small table a few feet away from the stage.

"He told me his name was Conan," Conner said. "But I heard you call him Shinichi, isn't that the name of that detective you met in Japan?"

"Yep."

"So, is this him?"

"Yep."

"But I thought you said you were cutting rope between you."

"I had no idea he would be here, let alone he was in Gotham," Tim said cutting him off. "I've been watching him ever since he walked in past that gate."

"Well if it wasn't you who brought him here, then who?"

"Only one way to find out, and that's to ask him."

"Before I forget," Conner said reaching into his pocket. "I brought the disk, all the files you requested were imported just as promised."

"Thanks," Tim said placing the disk into his pocket. "I'll get started on it tonight."

"I have somewhere I need to be in the next three hours," Conner said turning to walk. "But I'll try and stop by tomorrow some time."

"Leaving so soon?"

"I would stay awhile longer, but I'm sure the two of you have a lot of catching up to do."

"Fair point."

He took a few steps forward before coming to a stop, turning back to face him for a second time.

"One last thing," Conner said. "Did you ever tell him about me?"

"Come again?"

"You know what I mean," Conner said slightly lowering his glasses. "Does he know?"

"Of course not," Tim replied. "You know I'd never tell anyone without coming to you first."

"I see."

"Did you want me to tell him?"

"I'd rather you didn't." Conner replied with a smirk coming upon his face.

"Why not."

"Let's see just how good he is," Conner remarked. "I don't see any harm in putting him to the test."

"Your call." Tim said smiling in response.

"Lets keep this between you and I," Conner said before turning to walk once again. "See you soon."

He left from there, heading back toward the gate. Over a minute past as he stood there, waiting for him to return. It wasn't for another two minutes that he finally made his way back over.

"Where'd your friend go?"

"He had somewhere to be, but you'll see him around," Tim replied. "So how'd things go over there?"

"The usual 'a' to 'b' type thing," Conan answered after coming to a stop. "But other than that, everything went smooth."

"I saw you watching someone from this spot earlier, care to tell me who it was?"

"There was a man on that roof there," Conan pointed. "He was watching over everyone with a rifle in hand, not sure what his intent was since he never opened fire."

"Did you write that in your report as well?"

"No, it would have complicated things even further," Conan replied. "And since I knew you would be here, I thought we could go check it out ourselves."

"So tell me, what exactly did you see?"

"The last time I saw him alive he was talking with the woman who posed as my mother to get in here." Conan informed.

"Someone posed as your mother," Tim questioned. "How'd you let that happen?"

"What can I say, she caught me off guard," Conan replied. "I couldn't hear what either of them were saying, but I did see him pull out a small remote."

"What kind of remote?"

"Can't really tell you," Conan replied. "I didn't get a very good look at it."

"Did he happen to still have it on him when you searched the body?"

"Not that I could tell," Conan replied. "I was to busy looking for a cause of death to really notice."

"Now the question becomes if that man on the roof had anything to do with it."

"Or woman," Conan stated. "I couldn't really tell with the full body suit they were wearing."

"I stand corrected," Tim said. "What do you say we go give that roof a look?"

"Don't you have a speech to conduct?"

"It's been pushed up until tomorrow, for obvious reasons," Tim said turning for the gate. "With any luck we'll gain some headway on what that person was doing there."

"And if we don't, there's also the police report," Conan added. "Once the cause of death is diagnosed we'll have more to go off of."

The two of them left from there, making their way past those who stood by. He searched the crowd as they walked, checking to see if he could catch sight of the hooded woman who seemed to have vanished after the whole thing erupted. They made their way past the gate, heading down the street toward the small building nearby. He looked up at him as they continued, taking a deep breath before speaking out.

"You're obviously trying to ignore it," Conan said. "I just want to know, how come you didn't let me know you would be leaving when you did?"

He took a few more steps before responding.

"Something came up, I didn't have time to explain."

"Not even enough time to say goodbye?"

"Look I'm sorry," Tim apologized. "I just thought things would be better this way."

"What do you mean by that?"

He didn't answer back for the first couple seconds, looking forward as they continued to walk.

"How about we discuss this later, I'd rather we focus on the task at hand."

Neither said a word as they came to the end of the street, crossing over to the other side after all was cleared. He lead them to the left side of the building instead of walking in through the front door which caused for question.

"Where are we going," Conan asked. "We already passed the entrance."

"We're taking the side door," Tim replied. "The elevator won't take us all the way up to the roof, but the stairs will."

"How do you know that," Conan asked. "Have you been here before?"

"Twice to be exact," Tim confirmed. "I was actually here when they finished construction."

"How long ago was that?"

"About three weeks now."

They made their way around the building a short time after, coming to find a door which lead to a set of stairs just like he had said. The lights along the walls lit their path as they made their way up the stairwell. He felt a slight burnes in his left leg after passing the first three floors, looking up to see they didn't have much further to go.

"Don't see why we couldn't have used the elevator for part of the way up."

They arrived to the top a short time later, pushing the door to the side to be greeted by a flash of light from the sun above. They walked out onto the roof, closing the door behind them.

"Now that we're here, do you think you can pin point where the snipers position was?"

"Somewhere in that general area." Conan pointed.

He lead him over to the right side, coming to a stop after reaching the railing which surrounded the whole roof. Tim looked down at the site from where he stood, getting a good view of most everything across the way.

"Not a bad spot," Tim commented. "Ideal for targeting anyone who was there for the pre opening of the gym."

"What about the tree," Conan questioned. "Can you see past the tree limbs."

He took a look himself, coming to find there was no clear view of the grounds beyond the leafs upon the tree.

"You can't see anyone who may be standing under that tree from here."

"I see where you're going with this," Tim said looking down at him. "You think the shooter was aiming for the guy who collapsed."

"The shooter went missing as soon as he was found dead," Conan stated. "I think that calls for more than coincidence."

"No shots were heard, nor did we find any bullets at the scene," Tim said. "That leaves us with just that mystery woman you ran into."

"And I don't think we're going to gain any extra ground unless we find her, or until we find out the cause of death of our eye patched friend."

They stood there for awhile longer, continuing to look over the site across the roadway. Just as he lowered his hands from the railing he caught sight of something, causing him to move in closer.

"You said they finished construction three weeks ago right?"

"That's right."

"What about this railing," Conan asked. "How long ago was this painted?"

"That was one of the last things they completed," Tim said. "I'd say the paint was added to the railing roughly a week ago, why do you ask?"

"Look here," Conan pointed out. "I came across a small print here, it almost looks as if something was resting here for a period of time."

"Like a rifle perhaps?"

"That's what I had in mind," Conan said giving the mark a harder look. "There's not much to make out, but I think there's a small sequence of numbers here."

"Don't stop there," Tim said coming to his side. "What order are they in?"

"Let's see here," Conan said focusing in on the faint lettering. "We have a 3 followed by a 4 and a 5, finished with a hyphen and a 6."

"Great find." Tim complimented.

"Thanks," Conan said rubbing the back of his head. "But what exactly did I find?"

"If it's what I think it is, we might have just gained the serial number to the rifle used," Tim replied. "Or part of it for that matter."

"That means we can track the shooter down," Conan said. "But what if it is only part of the serial number, how do you plan on finding out the rest of it?"

"Process of elimination my friend," Tim said in response. "I have several ways of narrowing down the field."

"Then I'll leave that to you."

"What do you say we get going," Tim asked. "We're not goanna find out anything standing around here."

"Couldn't agree more."

With that the two of them made their way toward the door, heading down the stairwell they had come. They stood along the sidewalk after making it back to the streets, watching as several cars sped past from where they stood.

"So how long have you been here in Gotham?" Tim asked looking down at him.

"This is my second day here believe it or not," Conan replied. "And before you ask, I'm staying at Wayne Manor."

"How's that been?"

"Pretty good for the most part," Conan replied. "Though it would have been nice to have known about Damian ahead of time."

"What happened," Tim smilingly asked. "You two not getting along?"

"I don't think he likes me very much."

"Give it some time, he'll come around."

"The kid even put a sword to my neck," Conan exclaimed. "How am I supposed to react to that?"

"How did you greet him," Tim asked. "If there's one thing you should know, Damian hates being treated like a child."

"I was kind enough," Conan said. "But I think I pushed a nerve when I called him your little brother."

Tim laughed at this while reaching for his phone.

"Yep, that was your mistake."

"Do you two not get along or something?"

"That's an understatement."

"Has he ever tried coming at you with a weapon of any kind?" Conan asked removing his hands from his pocket.

"If only you knew." Tim said bringing the phone to his ear.

"Who are you calling?" Conan asked out of curiosity.

"You said you're staying at the manor, so I thought I'd call Alfred to come and give you a lift."

"Gotcha."

He stood in wait from there, listening to him talk on the phone which lasted for under a minute. He dropped his phone back into his pocket once finished.

"We won't have long to wait, he's on his way," Tim said turning to face him. "In the meantime why don't you tell me about that woman you met."

"That's the thing," Conan said. "I really don't know anything, all she did was thank me before kissing me on the cheek."

"What about her face," Tim asked. "Did you get a good look at her?"

He took a few moments to rehash all the events leading up until now, looking up at him after doing so.

"She had red hair," Conan began. "And green eyes if I'm not mistaken, but she had a hood over her head so it made it hard to really tell."

"How tall would you say she was?"

He stood there for the next few seconds, giving it some thought before responding.

"5' 7", 5' 9" at most," Conan replied. "Not sure if that helps much."

"It's a start," Tim said. "And that's all we need."

The two of became quiet from there, remaining that way for the next five minutes. He knew it was his move to make, watching as a few more cars glided by before looking down to face him.

"So, how's everyone been back home?"

"Not bad I guess," Conan replied. "Everything's been pretty normal if you want to call it that."

"That's good to know," Tim said. "On another note... how'd everyone else take my departure?"

"Do you really want to know?" Conan asked giving him a look.

"Probably not."

"Let's just say I took it fairly well in comparison to most of the others."

"I guess I do owe you an explanation."

"That's all I've been waiting to hear," Conan said. "So tell me, what happened when you confronted Deadshot that night?"

He looked to the sky after taking a deep breath, releasing just as smoothly before looking down to face him once more.

"There's a reason why Katina didn't show up at Space Inc," Tim informed. "That's because she had already fled Japan."

"Why's that," Conan asked. "Did Katina know she was being targeted?"

"That's right," Tim nodded. "Still don't know how she found out."

"Do you know where she is now?"

"That's the million dollar question," Tim replied. "We're still working on that."

"So what happened when you confronted Deadshot, did he know she had already left?"

"I don't know for sue, by the time I reached him he used a pair of smoke bombs to escape," Tim said. "Unknown to him he unintentionally dropped a slip of paper."

"What was on this paper?"

"A list of names, the names of his next targets," Tim informed. "Turns out I was on the higher end of that list."

"So that's why you left?"

"I couldn't put you or anyone else at risk."

"I don't understand," Conan said. "If that's the reason, then why didn't you just tell me?"

He looked into his eyes after not receiving an answer, crossing his arms as he took a step forward.

"You're hiding something, I can already see it," Conan said. "It's like you gave me half of the truth and twisted up the rest of the story to fit your platform."

"That's not true."

"Then how come you never called," Conan asked. "You must have had a reason."

"I.."

The sound of a car coming to a stop along the street from where they stood could be heard, causing them both to turn around. The door swung open a couple seconds later, the two of them surprised to see who it was.

"Bruce," Tim questioned. "I thought Alfred was the one who would be on his way here."

"I received a call from him after the meeting at Wayne Enterprises," Bruce informed. "And since I was driving down this way I decided I'd make the pickup myself."

He opened the passenger door, allowing for Conan to step in.

"Are you coming with us?" Conan asked strapping the seat belt into place.

"I would, but I have some things I need to attend to in the next hour or so," Tim replied. "But I'll try and be over as soon as I can."

"Sit tight, we'll be leaving momentarily." Bruce said.

He closed the door to the car from there, turning back to Tim who still stood there.

"You and I need to have a talk."

"About what?" Tim asked.

"I've got the name of the man who's been handling the shipments of the weapons that have been being imported in," Bruce informed. "Turns out this guy has some outside help."

"How big are we talking?"

"Internationally."

"No surprise there, that would explain the rate their group is operating at," Tim said. "So what's this guy's name."

"They're calling him Alfrez Tulak," Bruce replied. "The good news is he's currently here in Gotham."

"Which means we need to find him," Tim said. "Any current leads."

"Not much, but I'll give you the full scoop when me meet tonight."

"Sounds good," Tim said before glimpsing over at the car door. "So, what do you think of him?"

"Nothing short of expected," Bruce said turning for the driver side. "But we'll see."

He made his way around the car from there.

"We'll see," Tim thought. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat in silence, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He sat back after turning it on, checking the time in the process.

"It's ten after five here," Conan thought. "Still much too early to call Haibara about those names I had her run a search on."

He looked up at the sound of the driver side door opening, watching as Bruce took a seat aside him.

"How's your day been thus far?"

"Not as expected," Conan admitted. "But entertaining none the less."

"That's good," Bruce said turning the key into the ignition. "There's something important I'd like to discuss with you."

He sat up straight, giving him his full attention.

"Ok, I'm listening."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 64

Two Sided

They drove along side the walkway, coming to a stop after reaching a street light at the end of the block.

"I've been keeping tabs on that episode that occurred in Japan a couple months ago, the one that involved those murdered officers," Bruce began. "I haven't seen anything related to the matter in the recent police reports."

"And you're wondering if I've heard anything since then, right?"

"Have you?"

"Sorry, but no," Conan replied with the shake of his head. "After that last incident that occurred at the warehouse, there have been no more deaths in relation to that note leaving killer."

"Which raises the question why," Bruce said. "Why did they choose to end their spree when they did?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem rather strange," Conan said. "What prompted them to stop, it's not like the police were closing in on them."

"What about the blade that was used to cut the bodies," Bruce asked. "Do you know exactly what was used?"

"It's been documented as a sword."

"What kind of sword?"

"Don't know to tell you the truth," Conan replied. "Does it really matter?"

"In a case like this, everything matters," Bruce stated. "Finding out the type of the sword used might point to a deeper meaning."

"You mean like a hidden clue?"

"Potentially," Bruce said as the light turned green. "I'll try and have the answer by tomorrow morning."

They moved on from there, taking a right at the intersection. He looked out the window as they drove by, not recognizing anything in the surrounding area.

"Where are we going?" Conan asked while turning in his seat.

"Short cut."

They drove through a dark tunnel, which took under a minute for them to make it out to the other side. Minutes passed as they continued on, making their way to the road leading up the hill side. They arrived at Wayne Manor after several minutes, bringing the car to a halt after passing by the gate. The two of them stepped, heading up the fleet of stairs toward the front door.

"So tell me," Bruce said as they walked. "Would you be interested in a tour of the city tonight?"

"How can I say no to that," Conan replied. "What time are we talking?"

"Anytime after six I suppose," Bruce said giving it some thought. "I'll give Dick a call, he shouldn't be too busy tonight."

"What about you," Conan asked. "Aren't you going to come along?"

"I would, but I have enough on my agenda as it is."

They walked past the front door, closing it once in.

"It's quiet in here," Conan said looking around. "Where is everyone?"

"They're around somewhere," Bruce said walking forward. "Things are usually like this around mid day from time to time."

"Where are you going?"

"To the study," Bruce replied. "If you need me, I'll be in there."

"Thanks for the heads up."

He watched him walk through the door to the study, looking down at his watch to check the time.

"Have awhile until six, and it's still too early to call her," Conan thought. "That just leaves some extra time in between."

He headed to the left as well, making his way into the large book room. Where to begin became the question. He made his way down the first row, not finding something of interest until reaching the far side.

"A book on the cities architectural features," Conan said bringing it into hand. "Maybe I could learn a thing or two."

He made his way toward the large desk to the right side of the room. Once there he stepped around the desk, taking a seat into the soft cushioned chair before opening the book. He sat there for a time to come, flipping through one page to the next. This lasted for a time to come. It wasn't until the sound of someone entering the room that he finally looked up from the book.

"He said I might find you in here," Damian said from the side of the door. "So is this what you do during your spare time?"

"Sometimes," Conan answered. "I try to get in a good read every so often."

"Why am I not surprised."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He brushed off his remark, sitting up from where he leaned.

"Why are you here anyway?"

"My father wishes to speak with you."

"About what?" Conan asked setting the book aside.

"To let you know Grayson will be here soon," Damian replied. "Supposedly he's taking you out on a tour of the city."

"That's right," Conan said dropping down from the chair. "Is he already on his way?"

"Don't know, but I'd get ready," Damian replied before reopening the door. "He should be here any minute now."

"Where's Bruce?" Conan asked stepping forward.

"In the study."

With that he made his way out, letting the door slide shut from behind. He checked the time on his watch to find that it was nearly six thirty, feeling a little surprised that he had been in the book room for that long. He left the room as well, heading straight for the study once out. He gave the door a few knocks, not receiving a response in return.

"I thought Damian said he was in here."

He knocked two additional times only to receive the same results. He quietly pushed the door aside from there, walking in in to find no one in sight.

"Looks like I may have just missed him," Conan said turning back for the door. "Maybe he's up stairs."

He made his way out, coming to a stop after reaching the bottom of the stairs. The sound of a car parking from outside could be heard, immediately grabbing his attention. He walked up to the front door, pulling it to the side to see him step out of the car.

"I see they notified you I'd be coming," Dick said heading his way. "You about ready to go?"

"Of course," Conan said in response. "Since that ride earlier I've been easing it back here for most of the day."

"Then I guess this makes for perfect timing," Dick said. "But before we go I'd like to talk to you about something."

"It's about earlier isn't it, Tim told you what happened didn't he?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Dick said. "Is it something I should know, if so fill free to share."

"You first."

"Have it your way," Dick said stepping past him. "Why don't we head inside, this will only take a minute."

He followed him back into the house, the two of them walking past the door to the right of the kitchen which lead into the dinning room. Conan was the first to take a seat around the large table, watching as Dick placed a folder in front of him.

"What's this?"

"Some much needed headway," Dick informed. "Why don't you take a look inside."

He did as suggested, pushing the top of the folder to the side to lay his eyes upon several different test results.

"What's all this?"

"That's what was gained after running tests on several of the victims who died from those heart attacks," Dick informed. "High amounts of zinc, copper, ore, and galena were found in each of their bodies."

"All components consistent within metallic lead," Conan said. "Is that what you were getting at?"

"You catch on fast," Dick commented having a seat in the chair next to him. "I'm impressed."

"That's one step taken, but we still need to find out what caused their conditions."

"Don't have a straight answer as of now," Dick said. "But what I can say is that it didn't have anything to do with inhaling."

"Their lungs were checked?"

"That's right," Dick replied with a nod. "All their lungs checked out clean for the most part, except for those few smokers of course."

"That just makes things that much more complex," Conan said stacking the sheets of paper back into place. "Besides inhaling, there's not too many other ways you can get lead poisoning of this magnitude into your body."

"True, but we still don't know if that's the main cause of death," Dick stated. "We have yet to discover what ultimately triggered those heart attacks."

"True."

"So what is it that happened earlier," Dick asked. "I'm curious to know."

"Where to begin," Conan said sorting everything through his mind. "It started after you drove off after dropping me at the corner."

"Did someone try attacking you?"

"Not exactly," Conan replied. "Some woman actually used me to get past security, with the use of that card you gave me of course."

"How did she know you had one?"

"Your guess is as good as the next, I still don't know the answer to that."

"So why did she follow you in?"

"Turns out she was there to meet someone," Conan informed. "Some weird guy who was wearing an eye patch over the side of his eye."

"Do you have any idea what they were meeting about?"

He shook his head in response.

"Couldn't get in close enough without looking suspicious," Conan replied. "But that's not even the top of the story."

"Can't wait to hear this." Dick said sitting up.

"That same man she was talking with ended up dead just minutes later after encountering her," Conan informed. "And to twist things up even further, there was a sniper on a building nearby."

"Was the sniper the one who killed him?"

"No, but the gunman could no longer be seen after our eye patched friend fell over," Conan replied. "The cause of death is still unknown at this point."

"What about the woman who was with him?"

"She took off sometime after I went to go alert others about the gunman," Conan replied. "Whether she had anything to do with his death is still a mystery at this point."

"Does Bruce know about this?" Dick asked.

"No, but Tim's already looking into a potential lead."

"That's a start." Dick said as his phone rang from inside his pocket.

He stood up from the chair as he pulled out the phone to see who it was, turning for the door.

"I'll be just a minute," Dick said walking forward. "Gotta take this call."

He left from there, letting the door slide shut from behind. Conan sat there for the next few minutes, tapping his finger to the top of the table. A dragging five minutes soon turned into ten. He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or not, dropping down from the chair in the seconds that passed.

"I wonder what the hold up is."

He made his way toward the door, the sound of his voice echoing through the wall, becoming more and more clear with each step. He pulled the door aside once reaching it, walking out to hear the last words of his conversation.

"I'm glad I was able to get ahold of you, if there are any problems remember to have have your mother call me," Dick said. "I'll make sure everything is cleared by tonight, hope to see you soon."

He hung up from there, looking down at Conan who stood at his side.

"Who was that?" Conan asked

"A good friend," Dick smilingly replied before dropping the phone into his pocket. "How about holding off on that tour until tomorrow some time, I have to go check on a couple flight times."

"I'm ok with that."

"That's good to hear," Dick said pushing away from the wall. "Then I'll see you then."

He followed him all the way to the front door, watching as he made his way out to the car.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"What's up?" Dick said turning back to face him after taking a few steps down the stairs.

"What made you make up your mind," Conan asked. "About bringing me here?"

"That was something I had already intended to do, it was only a matter of time," Dick replied. "It was actually a couple pictures that were taken of you and Tim that were laying across the table the other day that promoted me to do it now."

"Pictures," Conan thought. "I don't recall taking any pictures."

"Well I better get going," Dick said heading down the stairs once again. "See you tomorrow."

He waited for him to get into the car, watching as he drove off before walking back into the house. He headed to the book room from there, taking a seat behind the desk like he previously had. He stayed there for the next few hours, looking down at his watch as it ticked just past ten thirty.

"Not too much longer until eleven, which would make it around noon in Tokyo," Conan said pulling out his phone. "No better time than now."

He hit the speed dial button before laying back, listening to the sound of the ring as he waited.

"I was expecting you'd call sooner."

"Glad to hear you're in a better mood this time around Haibara," Conan teasingly said. "How has everyone else been doing?"

"I haven't seen any of them since the last time you were over," Ai replied. "But they're supposed to be over here in the next hour or so, would you like me to call back when they arrive?"

"I'll probably be asleep by then, but be sure to tell them I said hi," Conan said in response. "So what about the names, did anything out of the ordinary show up after running the search?"

"All were clean but one," Ai informed. "That one person being Frank Bennet, he was charged with robbery with the possession of a gun a few years back."

"Is he the man we saw at Space Inc?"

"They look nothing alike," Ai replied. "Whoever that guy was must have some how gotten in without having his name on the guest list."

"That puts us back at square one."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"There's not much we can do at this point, but if you happen to learn anything new be sure to let me know."

"When should I expect to hear from you again?"

"It really depends, but if you need to talk to me you're free to call me," Conan said. "Even if you don't think I'm awake."

"I see you've become flexible with your hours."

"You could say that, but only for this special occasion," Conan said. "I'm goanna let you go, but I'll talk to you later."

"I'll be here."

With that he hung up, lowering the phone from his ear before shutting it off.

"Now to get some rest."

He headed toward the door, switching off the light on his way out. The rest of the house was nearly pitch dark by this time, only the moon from outside the left window providing a clear path to the stairs.

"Has everyone already gone to bed," Conan thought. "It almost feels like I'm the only one here."

He made his way up the stairs after reaching them, heading straight to his after making it to the top.

Things remained relatively quiet throughout the night. The next morning was an early start for him, heading out of the room after getting dressed. He came across Alfred who just happened to be passing by.

"I didn't get the chance to see you before you went to bed last night," Alfred said stopping in his path. "Where were you for most of the night?"

"In the book room," Conan replied. "I guess I got caught up in what I was doing."

"That's fine, I'll just be sure to check there the next time I'm looking for you."

"Do you know where Bruce is by any chance," Conan asked. "There's something I wanted to talk to him about."

"Down in the study," Alfred informed. "He and Damian were looking over something last I checked."

"Thanks for letting me know," Conan said before walking that way. "If you need me that's where I'll be."

He checked the time on his watch after making his way past the first door.

"Ten forty eight," Conan thought. "Looks like I'm finally adjusting to the time change."

He made his way to the bottom of the stairs a short time later, heading straight into the study to find the two of them looking over something on the computer that sat upon the desk.

"Well look who it is." Damian said being the first to see him enter. "Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Not a single twitch," Conan replied before looking elsewhere. "Bruce, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"If it's about what happened yesterday then there's no need," Bruce said. "Tim told me all about it last night."

"Guess he beat me to the punch," Conan said moving in. "So what is it the two of you of are looking over?"

"Something you wouldn't begin to be able to apprehend."

"That will be enough Damian," Bruce said shooting in. "That's no way to talk to our guests."

He muttered something before stepping off to the side.

"You can have a look if you'd like," Bruce said. "We were just going over some photos that were taken by a surveillance camera I had set up."

"What were you taking pictures of?" Conan asked stepping around the desk.

"Like I told you before," Bruce began. "I've been trying to track down the person whose been hosting the upbringing of this current weapons transport."

"Let me guess," Conan said. "You have a lead."

"Not just that, but a face to go with it."

"So who's the lucky guy?"

"It's actually a woman," Bruce said turning the screen his way. "Why don't you have a look."

He pushed up from where he stood, leaning up against the side of the desk to get a better view of the three pictures across the screen. It didn't take long for him to notice after giving the night club pictures a look, almost immediately recognizing who it was.

"You can't really see her face with that hood over her head, but that's defiantly her," Conan said. "That's the same woman who I encountered yesterday."

"Are you positive?" Bruce asked.

"Certain."

"Looks like we'll get some answers from both ends."

"What do you mean?" Conan asked.

"She's helping with the weapons import and she was also there when that man dropped dead yesterday," Bruce said. "If all goes right, we'll have some answers from both sides."

"But how," Conan questioned. "We don't even know where she is."

"Don't get so far ahead of yourself Shinichi," Bruce said standing up from the chair. "There's always that chance that I know where she'll be tonight."

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 65

City Hall

He shut down the power to the laptop computer, closing the top after doing so. He then made his way around the desk before heading toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Damian asked.

"To spread the word that I'll be attending tonight's annual meeting at the City Hall." Bruce replied.

"Is that where she's going to be?" Conan asked.

"Based on the audio from the camera I set up, that seems to be the case," Bruce confirmed. "We also were able pick up who she plans to meet, though we don't have their name at this time."

"I guess that doesn't really matter," Conan said. "As long as we have her, we'll have them."

"Exactly."

"If it's not too much to ask, do you think it would be ok if I came along?"

"I'd rather you stay here, there's no telling what we're in for," Bruce said. "Especially if things happen to go south."

"Come on," Conan stated after coming to his side. "I promise I won't get in the way, I'll contribute more than anything."

"I said no," Bruce repeated while turning for the door. "This is something that won't require you, no need to take any unnecessary risks."

"So much for that." Conan muttered.

Bruce headed out of the room from there. He felt a hand touch down to his left shoulder in the passing moments, turning to see the grin across his face.

"That's strike one," Damian remarked. "Rarely do you get a second warning, I wouldn't try pushing it if I were you."

He removed his hand from his shoulder, dropping the smile from his face as he too left the room.

"This kid is too much."

He walked out soon after, heading up the stairs to his room. Once there he took a seat at the end of the bed, bringing his bag to his side.

"No better time than now to fill up the stunners," Conan said zipping the top pocket open. "Don't want to find myself in any situations similar to yesterday."

He laid the bag onto the ground once finished, connecting his phone to the charger before dropping down from the bed.

"Now, what to do for the rest of the day."

He paced throughout the room for the next few minutes, occasionally hearing the sound of the birds flapping past the window side. The gate sliding open from outside could be heard not long after.

"I wonder who that is," Conan said. "Unless of course someone is leaving."

He exited the room moments later, casually making his way down the hall. He arrived to the top of the stairs just in time to see him enter through the front door.

"Just the guy I was hoping to see," Tim said closing the door before stepping forward. "Where's everyone else?"

"We were all just in the study not too long ago," Conan replied while heading down the stairs. "So they couldn't have gone far, so what brings you here?"

"It's actually Bruce who called to see me," Tim replied. "Apparently there's something he needs my help with in regards with tonight."

"No doubt it has to do with that woman from the surveillance footage."

"Seems you know more about what's going on," Tim said. "So who's this woman you just mentioned?"

"He says she's involved with some weapons transport," Conan replied. "It just so happens to be that she's the same woman who I met at your canceled speech event yesterday."

"What a small world it is," Tim remarked. "And you're sure about this?"

"I saw the images for myself," Conan stated. "There's no mistaking, it's defiantly her."

"That raises her as our main person of interest in the death of that man."

"What about the number sequence we came across upon the railing," Conan asked. "Were you able to trace the code back to the rifle?"

"Afraid not, it's just as I thought," Tim said. "The numbers we came across were only part of the serial number."

"Can't say I'm surprised."

"Wouldn't worry about it too much, from what we know I was able to narrow it down to eleven rifles that were purchased here in Gotham in the past two months," Tim informed. "There's also the chance it was brought in from somewhere else, I plan on looking into that possibility as soon I'm finished here."

"What about the cause of death, has it been revealed yet?"

"A needle injection to the back of his neck," Tim informed. "Some kind of Opioid drug was used."

"That almost wipes our sniper friend clean from the list of suspects."

"True, but I'd still like to know what he was doing there none the less."

"That leaves us with the hooded woman," Conan said. "It's looking more and more likely she was the one responsible, of course we can't be one hundred percent sure until we gather some evidence."

"Very true."

"You say he was killed by an Opioid drug," Conan stated. "If that's the case, then how long did it take for it to drift throughout his body before shutting down his system?"

"They don't have an exact time line as of yet, I'll let you know as soon as they do."

"Thanks, that's one of the most important details we need to find out," Conan said. "There was something else, when I looked at him."

"What do you mean?"

"His eye," Conan replied. "From the time I came upon the body up until the time I left, the tint in his right eye seemed to be drastically darkening."

"Anything else?"

"Besides some swelling to the upper lid, that's about it."

"Not exactly the side affects you would expect from Opioid poisoning." Tim thought to himself.

The two of them turned at the sound of the kitchen door sliding open, watching as he headed their way.

"Well look who it is," Damian said as he approached. "Heard about last night, you feeling better now?"

"Good to see you too."

They moved aside once he reached the stairs, allowing for him to make his way up. He waited until he was no longer in sight before turning back to face him.

"What happened last night?"

"Let's just say it was a rough one," Tim replied. "But enough about that, where's Bruce?"

"Last time I saw him he was in his study, which wasn't too long ago," Conan answered. "He left to go prepare for tonight's event at the city hall."

"Are you going as well?"

"He said it'd be better if I stayed here."

"I see, in any case I'll keep you posted with this whole rifle deal."

"What about you," Conan asked. "Are you going to the city hall as well?"

"That's the plan," Tim replied. "I've been awarded the look out duties, if you know I mean."

"Best of luck."

"Thanks, but what do you plan to do while you're here?"

"No need to worry about me," Conan assured. "The book room has more than enough to keep me occupied."

"Glad you've found a hanging spot," Tim said before turning for the kitchen. "I'll try and catch you before I leave, and if I don't I'll see you tomorrow some time."

"Either way works, just be sure you let me know what happens tonight," Conan said. "I'm interested to find out who this woman is."

"I think we all are."

With that he walked toward the kitchen, pushing the door aside after reaching it. Conan on the other hand turned for the stairs, resting his hands into his pocket as he made his way back up.

"So I'm sidelined for a night, how bad could it be?"

He took a seat upon the bed after reaching the room. His hands fell behind his head as he laid back, keeping his sights set to the ceiling. It was only a matter of minutes before his eyes began to flicker, feeling an easing calmness soar through his body.

"Why do I feel so drained all of a sudden," Conan thought to himself. "Hopefully I'm not coming down with something, the last thing I'd want is to become sick."

He laid there for a measurable time to come before finally wafting off into a light sleep. It wasn't until later that evening that he was finally awakened, feeling his body slightly shaked. He opened his eyes to see him standing over him, sitting up as he wiped some sweat from the side of his forehead.

"Are you feeling alright," Alfred asked. "I tried knocking, but you didn't respond."

"How long was I out?" Conan asked as he looked toward the window to see the sun was nearly out of view.

"You've been asleep for several hours," Alfred replied. "I find it a little unusual since you slept through all of yesterday night, but maybe it's the fact you're body hasn't fully adjusted to the time change."

He looked down at his watch to check the time.

"No kidding," Conan thought before looking back at him. "It just passed five O'clock a couple minutes ago."

"Will you be ok if I leave the house for a bit?"

"Of course, there's nothing to worry about," Conan replied. "Where are you going?"

"I have the luxury of dropping Master Wayne off at the city hall event."

"What time does he have to be there?"

"The brochure read six thirty, but he always trys arrive before any scheduled time," Alfred answered as he made his way toward the door. "I should be gone no longer than an hour."

Conan grabbed his phone before jumping down from the bed, following Alfred out of the room before the door could fully slide shut. They made their way to the stairs a short time later, looking down to the bottom see Bruce adjusting the tie around his neck.

"I see you've finally awoken," Bruce said finishing up the last loop. "Are you feeling ok?"

"I asked him the same thing." Alfred said as they headed down.

"No need for concern," Conan assured. "I'm feeling just fine."

"Good," Bruce said as he attended to his sleeves. "If anything goes wrong, just give me a call."

"But I don't know your number."

"It's written on a piece of paper," Bruce informed. "I laid it on top of the dresser in your room while you were asleep."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Now that we've got that cleared, I think it's time we headed out," Bruce said turning to Alfred. "It's about a forty minute drive from here, we'll have plenty of time to spare if we go now."

"The car should be warmed up by now, it's been sitting out there for the past two minutes."

"What about Tim," Conan asked. "He said he was going as well."

"We plan to pick him up elsewhere, and knowing him he's probably ready by now." Bruce said before turning for the door.

"Are you hungry?" Alfred asked.

"I guess I could use a little something to eat."

"Do you think you can hold off for awhile," Alfred asked. "I plan to whip up a little something when I get back."

"Sounds like a done deal to me."

"Then it's settled," Alfred said before heading for the door as well. "Remember, if you experience any problems be sure to call."

"Will do Alfred."

He watched him walk out from there, leaving him standing alone at the center of the room. He remained there for the next few moments, listening to the sound of the car take off seconds later.

"Now, what to do in the mean time," Conan said looking around the room. "I could catch the nightly news, there's a chance they'll have more information on what exactly killed that man yesterday."

Nothing could be heard throughout the house as he walked from where he stood, the only sound coming from the wind brushing past the upper window. Before heading for the TV room he decided to walk into the book room. Once in he switched on the light, glimpsing over to the desk to find the book he had been flipping through earlier still in place.

"There it is," Conan said walking over to grab it. "This should keep me occupied, especially since there's not much I can do at this point."

He shut off the light on his way out, making his way clear across the dark house to the other side. He came to a stop once reaching the dinning room, closing the door after entering. It didn't take long to walk past the table, heading to the right where the TV room was located. He had a seat to the couch after reaching it, clicking the power button on the remote as he watched the TV flash on.

"What do you know, it's already on the channel seven news," Conan said setting the remote aside. "Now to see what's gone on throughout the day."

He sat back, removing the glasses from his eyes before laying it next to the remote. He sat there for a time to come, half listening to what was said as he flipped through the book. It traveled through the walls, the sound of something crashing to the ground.

"What was that?"

Conan set the volume to mute, listening in hopes of hearing the sound for a second time. He didn't have to wait long, hearing it just as clear as it had been the first time around.

"What is that noise," Conan thought. "Is there someone in here besides me?"

He dropped down to the ground from there, shutting off the TV before hearing the sound for a third time.

"Are they back already," Conan said making his way toward the door. "Only one way to find out."

Traffic became more and more backed up as they neared, taking another right after reaching the next intersection. He checked the time on his watch as they drove on, lowering his hand after doing so.

"No need to rush," Bruce said easing up in his seat. "We still have another twenty minutes before six thirty."

"Are you sure you want to go inside," Tim asked. "I thought you'd want to be the one looking for any outside activity."

"Many are already expecting my attendance tonight, that's why we're doing it this way," Bruce said. "Did you set up those surveillance cameras like we discussed?"

"Through the main hall, as well as all five exits," Tim confirmed. "I already checked for a working connection, everything's a go."

"Good."

"What about Dick," Tim asked. "Isn't he supposed to help monitor inside as well?"

"That's the plan," Bruce replied. "I spoke with him over an hour ago, he said he might be a little late."

"Any idea why?"

"Didn't ask, but we should be able to manage without him for the time being."

They continued down the roadside, traffic continuing to clutter as they came upon a small crash sight in the middle of the street.

"Just what we need," Bruce said reaching for the door. "We'll walk the rest of the way from here, at most it should take us ten minutes to get there."

"Are you sure," Alfred questioned while turning away from the wheel to face him. "Don't you think they'll find it rather strange if you arrive on foot?"

"I'm already contemplating on what my story will be." Bruce smilingly said as he exited.

Tim grabbed the bag that sat next to him before following him, locking the door before closing it. The two of them watched as he drove off, heading to the left side of the street as soon as he did.

"Now that we're almost there, what side did you want me to operate from?"

"The south west end," Bruce replied. "There's a window which will allow you to see into the foyer where most of the guests will be."

"Gotcha."

"There's an old electronics building on that side, so it should make for a good observing spot," Bruce informed. "By the way, what's in the bag?"

"Everything I'll need, including my suit," Tim replied. "Once I'm all set I'll try contacting you through the codec earpiece to test our connectivity."

"I'll be waiting."

They continued on from there, looking forward as the city hall slowly came into view.

It got clearer as he made his way down the stairs, the sound of something quietly slinging from one side to the other. It was dark, giving some thought on whether to use his wrist watch's light to help guide his way. He made it to the bottom soon after, peaking around the corner into the dark room to see him standing near the far wall.

"That's Damian," Conan thought. "But what's he doing here, I thought for sure he left for the city hall as well."

He kept his position for awhile longer, simply watching him. It didn't take long for him to notice, catching sight of a shining object at his side. But what was it? He didn't know what to do next, freezing as he watched him look his way.

"What do you want Kudo?"

"How'd you know I was here?" Conan asked stepping out from where he hid.

He didn't receive response.

"What are you doing down here anyway, and in the dark for that matter?" Conan asked as felt around for a switch.

It didn't take long for him to find one, turning on the light in the next second to look on in surprise. There were several weapons throughout the room, stacked around in an orderly matter. He then took notice of the few suits of armor, admiring the condition they were in.

"What is this place?"

"And here I thought you were some kind of detective," Damian said flipping the sword in his right hand to his left. "This is the armory."

"You seem to have a thing for swords," Conan said. "Didn't your mother ever teach you about the dangers of sharp objects?"

"Quite the opposite."

"Some how I doubt that," Conan said. "Where is your mother anyway, do you ever see her around?"

"Do you always ask so many questions?"

"Just trying to keep conversation."

"Feels more like you're trying to interrogate me."

"That wasn't my intent," Conan said looking around the room once again. "What are you doing down here anyway?"

"I was actually just finishing up." Damian said before walking over to the right side.

He placed the sword back into its case which was clamped to the wall. He then headed back for the stairs, walking past Conan who turned as he did.

"Where are you going?"

"-TT-."

He watched as he made his way up the long fleet of stairs, not sure what to make of his gesture.

"Was that code for something," Conan thought. "Because I have no idea what that was supposed to mean."

After crossing another street and walking down a few blocks, he finally arrived to find a relatively small line leading to the front entrance.

"Made it just in time, no telling how many people will show up tonight."

He scoured the area as he waited in line, looking for anyone who resembled the woman seen in the video.

"No sign of her yet, there's also the chance she's already made her way in."

It wasn't much longer that he found himself at the front of the line, pulling out his invitation slip to show to the security guard.

"Head right down that hall, and take a left once you reach the end," The guard informed. "I hope you enjoy your time Mr. Wayne."

"Thanks, I'm sure I will."

He slid the piece of paper back into his jacket after walking past the door. The walls were filled with many decorative portraits on both sides, grabbing his attention as he made his way down the long hall. He took a left once reaching the end as instructed, following the sound of the many voices coming from behind a door.

"Very stylish." Bruce said taking notice of the unique door knob before heading in.

There were many standing around throughout the large room as expected, keeping his focus as he slowly advanced forward.

"Now to see if I can locate our guest of the hour."

He walked to a secluded area in the room over to the right side, leaning up against the wall as he set his sights to those walking in through the door he had come. This lasted for the next minute or so. It wasn't until the sound of someone coming to a stop at his side that he looked away from the door, turning to find a young woman standing before him.

"You're Bruce Wayne, aren't you?"

"That is correct," Bruce confirmed. "How may I help you?"

"My father wishes to meet with you, and since you're here now there's something I'd like to show you." She said pulling her purse up to her side.

"Your father?"

"Sorry about that, where are my manners," She said looking back up to face him. "I'm Bernadea Fournier, daughter of Lonard Fournier."

"I've heard that name before."

"And you should have, he's been one of the major contributors with the recent construction that's been going on around the city."

"So what is it your father wishes to speak to me about?"

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of her name being called from behind.

"Friends of yours?" Bruce asked taking notice of a group of people waving over at her.

"Could you excuse me, this will only take a moment."

"Take your time." Bruce said as she resulted to walking toward them.

He then turned his attention back to the entryway. There was still no sign of her, taking the time to scour the room once again. After a brief sweep of the room he took notice of someone, looking to the wall opposite of where he stood to see a man in a cap with his sights locked to the ground. He continued to watch him for the minutes that passed, coming to find he had no interest in interacting with those that surrounded him.

"This may call for more than suspicion," Bruce thought keeping his eyes fixated to him. "But who is he, and what is he doing here?"

To Be Continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 66

Deceptive Trick

He had followed him back up the stairs, all the way to the last floor of the house before he finally came to a stop. This was one of the cooler rooms he had been in.

"Why did you come up here?" Conan asked.

"You didn't have to follow me you know."

With that he headed toward the far corner of the room where a small window could be seen. Once there he nudged it upward to force it open.

"You obviously have nothing better to do," Damian said glimpsing back at him. "You're free to come along if you so choose to."

He hopped out of the window before disappearing in the seconds that past. After a moments hesitation he made his way toward the window as well, slowly dropping down to the roof below.

"Now where did he go?"

He didn't see him at first glance, carefully making his way further up the side of the roof in attempt not to slip. After pulling himself to the higher level of the roof he looked to his right to see him standing a couple feet away.

"What took you so long?" Damian asked.

"Roof climbing has never been one of my things," Conan replied after regaining his balance. "Though apparently that's not the case for you."

"It comes with the territory."

"Territory?"

"Don't tell me you're going to go on another one of your questioning frenzies."

"You really don't like talking with others do you, or is it just because you don't know me very well?"

Not surprisingly he received nothing in response. He looked toward the sky, gazing into the far distance. It was a captivating view,being able to see down into the city from where they stood.

Ten minutes from the time he had begun watching him approached, keeping his position as he continued to wait. He turned at the sudden sound of the door swinging open once more to see three other guests joined the room along with everyone else.

"Still no sign of her."

An alarming ring came to his ear in the passing moments, resting back to the wall as he pressed down to the codec piece.

"Bruce, can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"How are things inside," Tim asked. "Has she shown?"

"Negative," Bruce replied. "Our red haired friend has yet to arrive."

"Can't be too much longer, six thirty is only eighteen minutes away."

"She might not be here, but I may know who she plans to meet with."

"Are they close?"

"He's across the way, opposite from where I'm standing," Bruce informed. "I've been watching him for several minutes now, I'd say he's waiting for someone."

"Don't have a visual from that side, so I'll leave that up to you."

"I'll keep you posted."

Their transmission came to an end from there. The room gradually continued to fill up with each passing minute. He looked around as six thirty quickly closed in, only nine minutes remaining until then.

"I wonder where Ms. Fournier ran off to," Bruce said continuing his search of the room. "I was expecting she'd be back by now."

The lights in the room slightly dimmed a short time later. He didn't know what to think at first, watching as a man walked in through the door while pulling along a wheeled table. He couldn't see what was on the table, being the fact the contents were covered up with a blanket.

"I wonder what's going on here?"

The table was taken all the way to the right side of the room. He stood in front of the table for the next minute or so after stopping in his tracks, keeping a watchful eye over it.

"He looks like a security guard of some kind, I wonder what's behind those sheets," Bruce said. "But whatever it is, it must have some importance."

Another man dressed in similar attire joined him shortly after, standing at the other end of the table. He then turned back to the opposite wall, noticing the man with the cap leveled over his eyes had slightly reposited his stance from where he stood. In the process of watching him he searched the room for the woman who he was expecting would arrive anytime now.

"She's running late, too close to the borderline if you ask me," Bruce said leaning back to the wall once again. "Either there's been a change in plan, or she's already here."

He gave those throughout the room a harder look, checking for anything out of the ordinary.

"Better keep my eyes peeled."

It was now a change in strategy. He pushed away from the wall, heading into the heart of the crowd where most everyone else was. He gave anyone he came into contact with an in depth look, checking for any contradicting features around the body as well as any potential latex masks. About halfway into the process a ring from the codec piece could be heard, putting his task on hold for the time being.

"How are things coming along in there?"

"She hasn't shown yet, to my knowledge that is," Bruce stated. "But there's also a chance she's in disguise, I'm looking into that possibility as we speak."

"Do you really think she'd go that far to hide her identity," Tim asked. "I mean, it's not like she knows we're on to her."

"It may have more to do with a business stand point," Bruce said. "With the high level on what's taking place, there's no telling who might be watching."

"Fair point, what about Dick," Tim asked. "Has he made it yet, I haven't seen him from up here."

"No, he has yet to show up." Bruce answered.

"What about that guy you were watching," Tim questioned. "Have you ruled him out of the fold?"

"Not yet," Bruce replied. "There's still a chance he's the one who plans to meet with her, that is if she even decides to show."

"What are you implying?"

"Maybe there's more to this trade than I thought."

"A trade," Tim questioned. "Does this still have to do with that woman?"

"Are you suited up?"

"Of course."

"Good, now stay on the look out," Bruce instructed. "I think we might be in for something unexpected."

"Care to elaborate, I'm feeling a little more on the dark side of things."

"Don't have time, but I'll give you the rest of the details later," Bruce replied. "But right now I need to find the two accomplices, contact me if you see anything."

"Sure thing."

They ended their discussion from there, resulting in him directing his attention back to the guests. He looked to the wall where the man with the cap had once been, coming to find he was no longer there.

"Should have kept an eye on him," Bruce thought while looking around. "There's no telling where he ran off to now."

It wasn't long after that another man headed to the far side of the room, joining the two security guards who were still standing in front of the table which had been brought in.

"Now there's three people standing guard in front of that table, makes you wonder what they plan to do," Bruce said. "Maybe it has something to do with tonights main event."

He then focused back to the case at hand, continuing to make his way around the room as he looked over those around him. It took a little over three minutes for him to skim the whole crowd of people, having no luck in what he was hoping to find.

"Time to round it back," Bruce thought. "That man who was wearing the cap may be my only lead, I've got to find him."

Relocating him was the tough part, backtracking from to where he had previously searched. The sound of his phone ringing in the passing moment could be heard from within his pocket, ignoring this as he continued to search for the man that had been awarded his attention.

"There's three minutes left until six thirty," Bruce said after glimpsing down at his watch. "She should have been here by now."

He turned off his phone after the ring could no longer be heard, not wanting to be disturbed by anything from the outside until all was accomplished. It became more and more difficult to see who was present throughout the room as more guests continued to pile in.

"I need to find that hatted man," Bruce thought to himself. "If he is in fact the one meeting with that woman seen in the video, there's no telling how long or brief their meet will be."

He looked to the left to search the other portion of the room, feeling as someone pushed past him from behind. This caused him to turn around, watching as two women and a man made their way toward the covered table as well. He found his interest level growing, following the three of them while at the same time keeping a look out to those around him.

The temperature steadily dropped as the minutes past. Neither had said a word to the other since their last exchange. He looked over at him, several thoughts running through his mind. He took a step toward him, alerting him of his presence.

"You're awfully quiet, I almost forgot you were up here to be honest."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Conan said giving into his sarcasm. "If you don't mind, there's one thing I'd like to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"When I walked in earlier, when the two of you were in the study." Conan began.

"This is about my fathers secret, isn't it," Damian stated. "I already know everything, if that's what you were wondering."

"How did you know what I was going to ask?"

"Your expression," Damian replied. "This morning when you walked into the study when we were going over the video footage, you looked surprised to see I was involved with the investigation."

"I guess it was a little unexpected."

"I'm going back inside," Damian said walking forward. "You're free to stay up here if you so choose."

He stood there for the next few seconds before deciding to follow after him.

"Hey, wait up," Conan said. "I'll come with you."

He moved forward from there, nearly slipping forward after taking a couple steps. Hearing the sound of the slight commotion, he turned back to face him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Just tumbled a little, it's nothing to worry about." Conan assured.

He was still skeptical, taking the time to look into his eyes.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Damian asked.

"I guess I do feel a tad bit drained," Conan admitted. "I could use something to drink."

"Follow me."

They made their way back into the house through the window they had come. Many things flowed throughout his his mind as they walked through the dark house, keeping pace with him from a few feet behind.

"It's one thing that he knows everything, but where does he fit into it all?"

He lead them to the kitchen upon reaching the main floor, turning on the light after walking in. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, looking over to see him slide the fridge door open.

"What would you like?"

"Anything will do."

He pulled out the closest jug of juice near his hand before walking over to grab a glass cup. After filling up the cup he placed it to the side of the counter.

"Drink up." Damian said before heading back over to the fridge.

"Thanks."

He walked up to the counter to grab the cup, bringing it into his hand after reaching it. He took a small sip, holding out the cup in front of him as he felt himself shaking from within. It was a calm and weakening coldness, something he had never felt before. Damian immediately took notice of him after reclosing the fridge door.

"Hey Kudo, you don't look so hot."

It was no secret he was losing control, feeling the cup slide from out of his grasp down to the ground with a shattering exchange. It wasn't until then that he felt himself falling forward, everything darkening to the mind as he dropped head first. Damian walked up to his body, staring down at him for the next few moments.

"You have got to be kidding me."

The five of them looked on as he approached, more than delighted to have him join their little group.

"Just the person I was hoping to see," The woman standing directly across said. "I was hoping to get the chance to meet you while I was in town."

"Guess that doesn't require an introduction on my behalf," Bruce stated. "You clearly already know who I am, that just leaves you."

"Catheron, Catheron Edelman," She replied while shaking his hand. "And this is my assistant of two years."

She turned to the woman who stood next to her who smiled in the process.

"And you are?" Bruce asked.

"Aileen," She replied almost instantly. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Wayne, I've heard much."

"So what's with this whole set up?" Bruce asked out of curiosity.

"A bidding," Catheron replied. "Half the money collected will be given to charity, our company has sponsored several monthly events such as this for the past three years."

"Bidding huh," Bruce said directing his attention to the covered table. "What exactly is up for auction?"

"That's as much as I'm going to say," Catheron smilingly said. "I don't want to spoil the whole surprise."

"Understood."

"I hope you decide to participate, I'm sure you'll find something to your liking."

Before another word could be spoken they were joined by two men who just finished setting up a couple chairs around the table.

"Who's is this?" One of them asked.

"His names Bruce Wayne." Aileen replied.

"Sorry about that," Catheron apologized. "He's new in town, he just arrived two weeks ago."

"Don't worry about it," Bruce said. "It doesn't bother me one bit."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne," He said with the tip of his hat. "I'm Aldon Boomer."

"I guess that just leaves me," The other man said stepping forward. "My names Matthew Thompson, but you can call me Matt."

"I take it that's what most people call you?"

"That's right," Matt said with a nod. "I had no idea you would be here, your name wasn't listed amongst the others on the guest list."

"It was somewhat of a last minute thing."

"We've got about a minute until we're scheduled to begin." Matt said checking his watch.

"Why don't you let me relieve you of your hand bag," Aldon said coming to Aileen's side. "You've had that over your shoulder since the time we got here."

"Thanks, I wasn't really thinking about that." Aileen said as he pulled the bag from over her head.

"I'll set it next to your chair at the last chair on the left."

"That will do."

He left the group from there, walking around the table toward the other side.

"I guess that's my cue," Bruce said taking a step back. "I'd hate to put anything on hold, I'll let the four of you get situated with whatever it is you've got going."

"I appreciate the that," Matt said. "Perhaps we can talk once things are finished, there's something I'd like your opinion on."

"I'll see you then."

With that he turned toward the other side of the room, heading back to the wall he had occupied for most of the night thus far. Unsurprisingly there was still no sign of her. He searched the room for the man that had come to his attention as well, having no luck sighting him throughout the large group.

"Don't have time to sit around and wait for either of them to show,"Bruce said. "I need to start looking for any potential meeting spots, somewhere discreet."

He took everything into account, even the other rooms throughout the facility he had not yet checked. The lights began to dim as he made his way toward the exit, watching as a security guard took his place in front of the door.

"Just what I needed."

The room continued to darken, turning around just in time to see a bright light shine down upon the covered. Matthew was the first out of his peers to step forward, smiling as he readied himself to address the crowd.

"They've blocked off both exits, looks like I have no choice but to stay put."

That didn't stop him from pushing forward with the task at hand, finding himself a lone spot in the room before pressing down to the ear piece.

"I just saw most of the lights go off, what's going on in there?"

"They're getting ready to hold some bidding event," Bruce informed. "How are things looking from outside there?"

"Nothing really to report."

"What about the cameras we set up in the other rooms," Bruce asked "Is anyone currently occupying any of them?"

"Besides the lobby, no," Tim answered. "And the only people in there are the ones who have been checking off those on the guest list."

"Let me know if you see anything."

"I'm assuming you haven't found our mystery woman yet, but what about Dick," Tim asked. "Have you seen him?"

"He still hasn't shown up, which means it's up to you and me," Bruce said. "Stay sharp, I'm counting on you."

Their transmission came to an end from there. He looked back to the front of the room to see Catheron had taken center stage, heading in closer to get a better view.

"As dark as this room may be, this is what they may have been anticipating all along," Bruce thought to himself. "For an opportunity to do business without others noticing, can't afford to drop my guard."

He looked back to the front for a brief moment to see the bright smile across her face.

"And without further ado," Catheron said reaching for the sheet. "Let the bidding begin."

She whipped the blanket aside as many looked on in amazement, laying their eyes onto several different jewels which were inclosed behind a large glass case which was laid out atop the table.

"Very delicate pieces," Bruce said. "Some of these gems are hard to get your hands on, rare to find even."

Out of all the jewels that came to his eyes only one captivated him, moving in at its unique sparkle.

"What kind of diamond is that, I don't believe I've seen one quite like it."

Within that instance the lights that remained in the room completely shut down, leaving it nearly pitch dark. No one panicked at first, believing it was part of the set up.

"I wonder what this is all about."

It wasn't until the sound of the window at the left wall shattering apart could be heard that sparked an uneasy reaction. He was one of the few to keep his poise, listening to all that went on around him. Before he could fully assess the situation the sound of more glass being dislodged apart caused him to turn into that direction.

"That came from the glass case."

He decided not to move forward, not wanting to take the risk of bumping into anyone. Before he could decide on what to do next the lights surprisingly flashed back on, causing the uproar in commotion to come to an end. It all became clear within that one moment, looking to the glass case to see the diamond he had locked eyes on was now gone.

"What a night this is turning out to be."

He then turned his attention to the window that had been broken to find a rope hanging down into the room.

"Is everyone ok?" One of the security guards asked making his way to the center of the room.

"What just happened?" A woman from behind asked.

"Clearly someone was after one of those diamonds," The guard answered. "And it looks like they were successful in taking it."

"Well if that's the case, aren't you going to go after them?" Matthew asked coming to his side.

"My comrade is calling for a search as we speak, they'll be on it in no time," The security guard said facing him. "What happened to your cheek, you've been cut."

"It happened when the lights went out," Matt replied. "I must have got nicked by a piece of glass when the window was shattered."

"As dark as it was I'm sure none of you saw anything, but did any of you happen to hear anything before the glass case was broken?"

"There was too much noise throughout the room as it was," Aileen said. "We wouldn't have known if someone was near."

"Is there anything else we can help with?" Catheron asked.

"Yes, I'm going to need all the details on what exactly was stolen."

Bruce watched on from the side as the questioning process began, looking over to where the rope still hung. He stood there for the next few minutes, watching as it swayed from one side to the other. He wanted to examine it further, deciding to head in for a closer look. There were multiple shards of glass on the ground upon reaching the rope.

"There's no way the thief could have escaped out through that window without being spotted," Bruce said. "The lighting from the moon would have given them away."

He thought about it for a moments longer, looking back and forth between the rope and window.

"Was this whole set up a decoy?"

He could hear the sound of someone approaching from behind, turning just in time to be joined by the officer who had been guarding the door.

"How may I help you."

"I'm going to tell you the same thing I told the other guy who was searching around here," He began. "We don't want anyone near any of the evidence, after all this is now a crime scene."

"Understood officer," Bruce said taking a step back. "On another note, would you happen to know which room the fuse box is in for this building?"

"Are the two of you working together or something," He questioned. "That other guy asked me the same exact thing."

"And who is that?" Bruce asked.

He took the next few moments to skim the room, catching sight of him examining the glass case where the diamond had been taken from.

"There he is, but what is he doing over there," The officer said. "I thought I made it clear we had this under control.

Bruce looked over as well, coming to find it was none other than the hatted man he had lost sight of earlier in the night.

"I've got him back on radar," Bruce thought with delight. "But who is he, and why is he interested in knowing where the fuse box is?"

To Be continued

[SSJBowser 13]

The Detective Prince

Chapter 67

Assist from the Hatted Man

That was the question that lingered on his mind as he watched him from a distance, taking note on every move he made.

"What exactly is he doing over there?"

"I better go have another word with him, he obviously didn't get the message the first time around." The security guard said.

Just as he began to walk forward the sound of the door from behind swinging open caused him to stop, turning to see a number of police officers enter the room along with the head man himself. Bruce stepped aside as they approached, not wanting to be in the midst of it all.

"Commissioner James Gordon," The security guard said as they stopped before him. "I wasn't expecting you'd be coming as well."

"It's not every night an incident like this occurs at the city hall," James said in response. "Something like this calls for my attention."

"Can't argue that."

"Has anyone been released?"

"Not at this point in time."

"Good, I want written statements from everyone on what they were doing leading up to the black out," James said. "Once that is taken care of then, and only then will anyone be allowed to leave, is that understood?"

"Loud and clear Commissioner," He said with the nod of his head. "If there's any place to start, I'd start with that man over there."

"Who is he?" James asked after spotting him examining the broken glass case.

"Don't know to tell you the truth," The security guard replied. "But ever since things started, he seems to be trying to run his own little investigation."

"I'll have a word with him, in the mean time I want you to go retrieve the surveillance camera from the roof," James instructed. "If the thief in fact used that as their escape route we should have a visual on them."

"I'll get on it right away."

Without further question he took off.

"You two with me," James said to to two officers at his side. "I want the rest of you to begin collecting written statements."

They nodded before heading off as well. Commissioner Gordon along with the two police officers made their way toward the glass case. Bruce followed from a few feet away, wanting to find out who this man was just as much as they wanted.

"This is it."

They didn't get far before being engaged by Aileen who was standing directly in front of the glass case.

"Are you here to help find out what happened?"

"That's the plan," James replied. "Are you the one who was hosting this bidding event?"

"Me and three others." Aileen confirmed.

"What about him," James asked pointing to the man looking over the broken glass case. "Was he helping to host this whole thing?"

"No, he's actually here to help find out what happened," Aileen said. "I thought he was with your unit, he claims he's a detective."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"I just don't understand how someone was able to break the glass case."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's made out of tempered glass," Aileen informed. "Much stronger than anything you normally come across."

"I'll see what I can find out."

She stepped to the side from there, allowing for the three of them to step around the table to the other side. He was kneeled down with his sights set to the broken glass upon the ground as they approached. James raised his hand which signaled for the two of them to come to a stop. It didn't take long for him to notice their presence, smiling as he continued his examination of the glass.

"Eight minutes and thirty two seconds," The hatted man stated. "You guys move quickly, I wasn't anticipating your arrival for at least another six minutes."

"Would you mind standing to your feet?"

"Not at all." He said with full cooperation.

"So tell me," James asked looking directly into his eyes. "Who are you?"

He continued to listen on from a few feet away, moving in closer to hear what was being said between the two.

"I'm a detective."

"So I've heard," James said not one bit sold. "Do you have a name, I'm going to need it if I'm going to clarify what you've just claimed."

"Now for the moment of truth." Bruce anxiously thought to himself.

He reached for the tip of his cap, slightly tilting it upward as a grin became visible across his face.

"Hattori," He replied. "Heiji Hattori."

"Hattori huh, I don't believe I've ever heard of you."

"No big surprise, I'm not exactly from around here," Heiji informed. "In fact, I just arrived a little over two hours ago."

"So you say," James said taking a step forward. "How about we drop the shenanigans and jump straight the point, who are you really?"

"I've already told you."

"So I see you're sticking with the whole detective bit," James said becoming impatient. "You said you're not from around here, so tell me.. where are you from?"

"Osaka Japan." Someone said from behind.

It caused the four of them to spin around, watching as he came to a stop before them.

"Mr. Wayne," James said in surprise. "What are you doing here, I didn't see your name on the guest list."

"It was a last minute thing."

"You just said he was from Japan, is that true?"

"That is correct."

"He also claims to be a detective."

"That is also true," Bruce confirmed dropping a hand to Heiji's right shoulder. "I've read up on some of the cases he's handled, you'd be wise to let him help you solve this one as well."

"I'll have to get word from the Osaka police department first," James stated. "If they clear what you've said, I might just consider it."

"Would you like me to go retrieve the number for you?" The officer to the left of him asked.

"That will be just fine," James said before turning back to Heiji. "I won't be gone long, I want you to stay here until I return, got it?"

"I won't move an inch." Heiji assured.

"You two," James said looking to the officers next to him. "Come with me."

The three of them headed back to the other side of the room, leaving the two of them alone for the first time.

"So you're Bruce Wayne, it's good to finally meet you," Heiji said looking up at him. "Oh, and nice save by the way."

"Don't mention it," Bruce said in response. "So tell me, what brings you here?"

"What do you mean?"

"What are you doing here in Gotham?"

"Grayson didn't tell you?"

"Never mind that," Bruce said. "Where is he now?"

"He was supposed to go park the car, been waiting for him ever since."

"We might not see him for awhile, at least not until this whole thing is cleared."

"You're right, no one's allowed to leave and I doubt they'll let anyone else in unless they're here to help with the investigation," Heiji stated. "You said that you didn't know I'd be here, so how'd you know who I was?"

"I recognized your name when you were speaking with Gordon, not to mention your accent," Bruce replied. "It shouldn't take very long for them to come back, in the mean time you stay here."

"What about you," Heiji questioned. "Where are you going?"

"To find where the fuse box is located," Bruce answered. "There's always a chance something from inside that room triggered the lights to go off."

"My thoughts exactly."

"I won't be gone long." Bruce said as he turned to walk.

"Hold on," Heiji said. "Do you think they'll actually let you leave this room?"

"As long as I have a police escort with me, I don't see why not."

"Makes sense," Heiji said. "Tell me what you're able to find, I'll keep an eye on things here."

"I trust that you will."

He wondered off from there, heading over to the right side of the room where a police officer could be seen gaining information from of few bystanders who surrounded him.

"Excuse me," Bruce said walking up to his side while glimpsing down at his name tag. "Officer Celek, there's something the Commissioner asks of you."

He turned away from those jotting down their written statements, giving Bruce his full attention.

"What is it Gordon needs me to do?"

"He wanted me to tell you to go check out the room where the fuse box is," Bruce replied. "The lights went out before the glass shattered, he wants to know if it had anything to do with the fuse box."

"But I thought that was Earl's assignment," Officer Celek said looking down at his watch. "He should be here any minute now."

"That's just the thing," Bruce said stepping forward. "He's run into somewhat of a traffic jam, which resulted in Gordon appointing you to the task in his place."

"I see," Officer Celek said before tuning back to the others in front of him. "I want you all to continue with your statements, I'll be back to collect them shortly."

With that he turned for the right side of the room, heading straight for the door on the opposite side. Bruce followed him once again.

"Would you mind if I came along?"

"I don't think Commissioner Gordon would approve of that."

"I could help you," Bruce stated. "I'm relatively good when it comes to Electronic Mechanics."

"And it's not exactly my strong suite," Officer Celek said giving it some thought. "I'll tell you what, you can come along, but we keep this between you and me."

"Fair enough."

It didn't take long to make their way across the room, coming to a stop after reaching the side door. Officer Celek was the first to make his way past the door, entering a long hallway that spanned from one side to the other.

"Which way do we go from here?" Bruce asked after quietly closing the door from behind.

"To the right," Officer Celek said leading the way. "It's just at the end of this hall."

He took no time in following him, making sure he kept pace the whole way through. There were noticeable portraits along the wall as they walked, just like there had been in the main hall. The lights that filled the room were rather dim in comparison with the ones that occupied the foyer.

"We're here." Officer Celek said as they came upon a large door.

He reached for the knob, forcing the stiff door to the side with minimal effort. It was dark, making it hard to see anything in the room. He reached to the side, flipping up the light switch only to have nothing happen in the process.

"Looks like the light burned out on us." Officer Celek said reaching for the belt strapped around his waist.

"Just our luck."

"Not to worry," Officer Celek assured. "I've got my handy flash light here, never leave home with out it."

"I'm glad to see you've come prepared."

"I try to anyway," Officer Celek said before handing him the flash light. "You can hold onto while I look over the fuse box."

The two of them stepped into the room from there, listening to the door clamp shut from behind. He flashed the light from side to side as they searched the spaced out room. It didn't take long for them to catch sight of the fuse box on the wall directly in front of them.

"Here we are," Officer Celek said walking forward. "Make sure you keep a steady grip, I need that light shining nice and bright."

"That won't be a problem." Bruce said taking aim.

The sound of his phone buzzing from the side of his belt put everything on hold, taking the time to see an incoming call from the station.

"I have to take this," Officer Celek said walking back toward the door. "This won't take long."

He headed out from there, letting the door close on his way out.

"Nows my chance to find out what happened."

He moved forward, inching closer to the fuse box with each step taken. He dropped to a knee once reaching it, taking the time to give it an in depth examination.

"Doesn't look like anything has been tampered with."

He placed his hand onto the cold concrete wall, trailing his hand downward. About halfway down his hand came into contact with something, flashing the light into place.

"Looks like a piece of ripped tape, but what's it doing here?"

He then took his attention to the upper wall, paticularly right over the lever next to the fuse box. It didn't take long for him to discover yet another small ripped piece of tape hanging a few inches up.

"I'd say this is more than just a coincidence."

He left both pieces of tape in position, pending further investigation. From there he rested the side of his hand atop the lever, feeling a sleek wetness.

"I wonder how that got there." Bruce said standing back to his feet.

He then took the time to search the rest of the room, finding a faint trail of foot prints leading out the door.

"I'd say someone was in here before Officer Celek and I arrived, and recently," Bruce thought to himself. "The lever is still wet, and now these visible foot prints, something must have been spilled in here."

Everything was slowly beginning to come together. He continued his search of the room, keeping his sights set to the ground as he came upon a small piece of glass. He stuck it into his jacket after taking a few moments to look it over. There was still one place he had not looked, focusing his attention to the ceiling.

"Looks like there wasn't a light bulb in place to begin with," Bruce said. "If someone did indeed come in here to shut off the lights, they would have needed some kind of light to create a clear path to the fuse box."

It was then that he heard the ring of the codec piece in his ear, which prompted him to press down on it.

"What's going on in there, I've been trying to contact you for the past couple minutes."

"Sorry, something has come up."

"I'd say so, I kinda figured that much when the lights went out for that brief period of time."

"The window that was shattered on the left side of the building, did you see anyone come out?"

"Not at all," Tim replied. "The window fell to pieces, and that was it."

"That's what I thought."

"What about the woman," Tim asked. "Were you able to ever find her?"

"That's been put on hold for the time being."

"What about the man with the cap you mentioned," Tim asked. "Have you been keeping tabs on him?"

"More than that," Bruce stated. "Turns out he's a detective all the way from Osaka Japan, I'm sure you know him well enough."

"What," Tim exclaimed in surprise. "What's Heiji doing here?!"

"I didn't have the time to discuss that with him," Bruce replied. "Maybe you can have a word with him when we're all finished here."

"Do I ever know anything?"

"This came as a surprise to me as much as it did to you," Bruce said. "I have some critical thinking to do, so I'm going to have to let you go."

"What's going on in there anyway?"

"Don't worry, we've got it covered," Bruce assuringly said. "You just keep on the look out, there's no telling what else might happen out there."

"All covered."

"Good, I'll talk to you soon."

He turned at the sound of someone approaching from the other side of the wall, watching as the door slowly slid open.

"Sorry, I didn't know it'd take that long," Officer Celek said rejoining him. "Did you find anything note worthy?"

"I think it would be better if you took a look yourself officer."

"And I will, but right now they've asked for my assistance back in the main room," Officer Celek said. "That means you'll have to come with me, I'd hate for anyone to becoming suspicious upon finding you alone in here."

"I don't think either of us would want that," Bruce said making his way out. "You lead the way."

They headed back into the direction they had come, coming to a stop after reaching the door near the other end of the hall.

"Before I forget," Bruce said holding out the flash light. "I better return this, I appreciate you letting me use it."

"Any time."

They made their way back in, coming to find most of the commotion that had been going on earlier had settled in for the most part. He took the time to skim the room, catching sight of Heiji who stood across the room with a notepad in hand. He maneuvered around a few people who stood around, walking up to Heiji who looked up just in time to see him come to a stop before him.

"How'd things go with the fuse box?"

"Something defiantly went on in there," Bruce replied. "To what extent is a mystery, there was a minimal of light in the room so it made it hard to really see what was set up, if anything."

"Enlighten me," Heiji said becoming interested. "Tell me exactly what you saw."

"You first," Bruce stated. "I'd like to know what you've been jotting down in that book of yours."

Before another word could be spoken between the two, the sound of someone whistling out from the side of them instantly caused them to spin around.

"Why are you slacking off," Commissioner Gordon asked as he approached along with two other police officers at his side. "We've got a case to solve."

"So does that mean?"

"That's right kid, you've been cleared to help with this investigation," James confirmed. "We caught your father over the phone at a perfect time, he just awoke not too long ago."

"What did he say?" Heiji asked.

"We didn't talk very long, but he spoke very highly of you," James said. "And with that in mind, I've set a high standard for you in accordance with his wishes."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good, now what do you say we start with interviewing each of the promoters of tonights event."

"Already taken care of," Heiji said holding up the notepad in his hand. "I took the liberty of getting written statements from each of them during your brief absence."

"A quick worker I see, great trait to have," James commented. "So what were you able to find out?"

"We'll start with Mr. Boomer," Heiji began. "He claims to have moved here from San Francisco a couple months ago."

"That's a long way from the west coast." Officer Celek stated.

"According to him, he helps with a lot of promotions," Heiji informed. "Particularly with theater and magic shows."

"I see," James said. "What about the others?"

"Then you have Catheron Edelman, the CMO for the company she's currently working at."

"CMO?" Officer Celek questioned.

"Chief Marketing Officer," Heiji clarified. "Aileen simply works as her assistant in that department."

"And how long has that been for?" James asked.

"A little over two years now," Heiji said before looking down to the notepad for reference. "Last you have Matthew Thompson, the CCO, or chief creative officer of the company."

"What about their statements," James asked. "Do any of them recall seeing, or hearing anything before or after the lights went out?"

"Sorry, but no," Heiji replied. "They all said the same thing, once the window was shattered it caused the four of them to jump from their seats."

"Leaving the glass case open for the thief to make his move."

"About that," Heiji said dropping the notepad into his pocket. "There was no clear path for someone to get to and take the diamond, so how were they able to make their way through the dark room without bumping into anyone?"

"You're sure that's not the case?"

"Positive," Heiji nodded. "I already asked several of the guests if they came into contact with anyone rushing by in the dark."

"That's a good question you pose." James said giving it some thought.

He then turned to walk, letting them absorb in what they had just learned. No one knew where he was going, but decided to follow him none the less. They didn't come to a stop until reaching the glass case where the diamond had been taken from.

"What are we doing here," James asked. "We've already got down everything we need to know."

"Are you sure?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why don't you take a closer look Commissioner," Heiji said. "Particularly around the area where the glass was shattered."

He stepped back from there, allowing both Gordon and Celek the chance to get a closer look. At first he wasn't sure what he should be looking for, then he felt it. Around the edges of where a margin of glass used to be, he felt a certain stickiness. It took a few moments for him to realize what it was.

"Is that... glue?" James questioned.

"That's right Commissioner," Heiji confirmed. "I found traces of it on some of the shards of glass on the ground as well."

"But what does it mean?" Officer Celek questioned.

"It means someone glued a different type of glass into place, that would explain why they were able to shatter it in the first place."

"What do you mean?" Officer Celek asked.

"I overheard what Aileen said about the glass," Heiji stated. "Tempered glass, that's what type of glass the case is made of."

"Tempered glass?"

"Nearly five times stronger than normal glass," Heiji replied. "You'd probably know it better by its more common name, safety glass."

James's immediately looked to the ground, his eyes widening after laying his eyes on the glass across the ground.

"What's wrong?" Officer Celek asked coming to his side.

"It's the pieces of glass," Heiji answered. "If you have something strong enough to break tempered glass, it typically doesn't shatter into bits like you see here, maybe small pebbles but never shards."

"So what does this all mean?" Officer Celek questioned.

"I think it's self explanatory at this point," James said looking over at him. "The part of the case that was shattered is of a different kind of glass, that would explain the small amounts of Loctite we found around the edges."

"So you're saying someone intentionally glued in a weaker type of glass?"

"Exactly."

"Not only that," Heiji said jumping back into the fray. "They knew exactly where the diamond would be, right where they wanted it."

"So what are you saying?" Officer Celek asked.

"It's quite simple, this whole thing was set up before any of us even arrived tonight," Heiji stated. "Which means our thief is one of four people, it can only be one of the hosters of tonights bidding event."

"Are you sure," Officer Celek asked. "Do you really think they would steal from their own company?"

"It happens all the time with many other large companies," Heiji said. "It's defiantly one of them, all the evidence points in that direction."

"Do you have a good idea who it is?" James asked.

"As a matter a fact I do," Heiji replied. "I can't be one hundred percent sure, but if we check their belongings we should find the missing diamond."

"You think they would actually hide it in such an easy place where it could be discovered?" Another police officer asked.

"Let's remember they weren't expecting we would include them as suspects," Heiji said. "The one responsible was probably anticipating we would release them before we had a chance to suspect them."

"Well what are we waiting for," James stated. "Bring them all on over, I want to have a full search of their belongings."

"Right away sir." Officer Celek said before running off to go and retrieve the four of them.

He found himself taken in with all that he had heard, more than impressed with what was unfolding.

"He's showing flashes of excellence, it's rare to find someone this disciplined and precise with each and every one of their deductions," Bruce thought to himself. "... He might just be as good as the other one."

Everything had fallen into a complete darkness, yet part of his mind seemed to have remained conscious through it all. With little circulating through the mind his eyes peaked open, not aware of where he was. He sat up from where he laid, turning his head from one side of the room to the other. It was nearly pitch dark, making it nearly impossible to figure out where he was. It wasn't until the door to the left of him cracked open that he remembered where he was.

"I see you've finally awoken."

"Alfred," Conan said repositioning himself. "What happened."

"That's what I've been trying to figure out," Alfred replied. "When I first arrived you were unconscious, with a body temperature roughly around 115."

"Really?"

"Strangely enough after I went to go and get a wet rag to place over your head, things shifted by the time I returned," Alfred informed. "Your temperature as well as your heart rate dropped back down to normal standards."

"It doesn't get any weider than that."

"Indeed," Alfred said. "I want you to stay in bed for the rest of the night, no use in taking the chance of any kind of relapse."

"What about Bruce," Conan asked. "Did he come back with you?"

"He's actually still at the city hall," Alfred replied. "I'm sure he's doing just fine."

"Better than being stuck here, I hate missing out on all the action."

"I think you've had enough to last you for the rest of the night," Alfred said. "Now, get some sleep."

"You won't hear a peep out of me." Conan said before laying back.

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

He closed the door from there, leaving him to the darkness of the room yet again. He rested his hands to the back of his head as he laid there, rehashing what had happened leading up to this point.

"I feel fine now, great even," Conan thought. "But what happened, what caused me to become so drained earlier?"

To Be Continued