But even with the lead Ai Haibara had provided, finding that car would not be easy.
The internet was only just taking off in this era, and there were few cameras installed along the streets.
Finding Gin's car online clearly wasn't realistic, so Kraft took a different approach.
He contacted used-car brokers and offered them a hefty sum, saying he wanted to buy a black Porsche 356A. Even if the owner refused, he still wanted them to pass along any information, for which he would pay a generous fee.
With money as an incentive, practically every car broker in Tokyo sprang into action, and they soon tracked down Gin.
Gin quickly realized something was wrong. People occasionally approached him about buying his vintage car, but the bizarre frequency and persistence of these inquiries were clearly abnormal.
So when yet another broker pestered him, he pulled out his gun.
After extracting information about Kraft from the broker, Gin shot the unlucky man dead, a sinister smile curling his lips.
"Interesting... this approach... FBI? CIA?"
"Boss, are we going after this guy next?"
After disposing of the unfortunate broker's body, Vodka walked over to Gin and asked.
"Of course... but he might just be someone else's pawn. Have Vermouth feel him out first."
Gin lit a cigarette and placed it between his lips, sneering.
"Kraft? That's obviously a fake name!"
"Ugh... I'm so bored... that organization is ridiculously inefficient!"
Sprawled on the couch, Kraft stuffed snacks into his mouth and grumbled indistinctly.
He had put the word out several days ago, and the brokers had already reported back-they had found the owner, but he wouldn't sell. As for exactly where he was, they didn't know.
But Kraft had never intended to rely on those brokers to find anyone. He wanted to