Hearing Sato Miwako ask that, Fujino blurted out the capture plan he had already devised. "It hardly counts as a plan. We're just changing our operational strategy."
"Everyone will split into four teams. One team will apprehend the suspect, one will apprehend the person the suspect is meeting, one will seal off the scene to prevent the suspect from escaping, and one will maintain order at the scene to keep the suspect from harming nearby civilians."
"When apprehending the suspect, try to pin him down before he can react. After all, no one knows whether he has a weapon on him."
"In a situation like this, we need to strike fast, accurately, and ruthlessly."
"At the same time, we need to stay alert around the suspect's girlfriend. No one knows whether she is carrying a weapon either. We can't rule out the possibility that she might do something extreme to save her boyfriend."
"Huh? How could that woman possibly be dangerous?" Yamamura Misao asked in confusion.
Fujino turned to look at him, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. "Risa Yoshii, twenty-one years old, the suspect's girlfriend. She met the suspect after graduating high school, and she currently works at a bar. You've read that information already."
Fujino took a breath, looking helpless. "She's good-looking, and she started hanging around unemployed delinquents like this guy when she was around twenty. She probably knew him back in high school. Now she works at a bar, doing what is basically a hostess job."
"I see, but why would being a hostess make her dangerous? She just looks like an ordinary girl, not some dangerous person..."
Yamamura Misao scratched the back of his head. In his mind, he recalled the photograph of that woman with fluffy, voluminous curls—and an equally voluptuous figure—who looked