Sato Miwako's eyes were full of confusion.
As the person herself, she knew better than anyone that she was Sato Miwako.
Then why were they shouting about going to save her?
Could saving me possibly have nothing to do with me?
How strange...
I'm obviously right here, so who exactly are they going to save?
Sitting in the driver's seat of Fujino's HiAce, Sato Miwako scratched her short black hair and watched a huge number of Metropolitan Police Department patrol cars, their red lights flashing, speed away.
But as she watched, the scene started to feel strangely familiar.
She could not help murmuring to herself:
"Come to think of it, why does this look just like last time, when I was handcuffed to a criminal and hid in Fujino's back seat like an ostrich because I was too embarrassed to face anyone?"
As Sato Miwako thought that, her expression suddenly stiffened, and her face gradually turned strange.
She recalled that blunder from last time, when she had thoroughly humiliated herself in front of the entire headquarters and suffered complete social death.
Damn it!
She had finally managed to forget such a painful memory...
Why did it have to come back to her now?!
Wuwuwu, she was starting to feel awful...
Poor Sato Miwako was being mercilessly assaulted by her dead memories.
Then, a phone call interrupted her thoughts.
She took out her phone and glanced at it. It was from her superior, Juzo Megure.
She answered it and heard his somewhat anxious voice from the other end.
"Sato, where are you? How did you end up being chased down by a truck too?"
"I just dropped Ayumi off at home and am heading to Mitsuhiko's place now... Wait, Inspector, what did you say? A truck... chasing me?"
Sato Miwako truthfully