After saying that, worried that President Ishimoto might suddenly grow a conscience and hand the man over to her, Curacao added, "Since you got here first, he naturally belongs to you. Your eye for talent... is truly exceptional."
So she had wanted to hire a Detective and failed. That certainly matched the unusually complicated, even briefly twisted expression she had worn earlier.
The others did not think much of it.
President Ishimoto, however, felt that this waitress was speaking rather strangely, as though her words carried some hidden meaning.
But she was only a lowly waitress—and a young, pretty woman at that—so he could not be bothered to dwell on it and said nothing.
The female secretary looked at the police. "Then I'll take the president to the hospital first. If you have any questions, please contact me first. Don't keep disturbing the president while he's resting."
"All right." Since they had proactively declined, Inspector Megure was not determined to protect them. He merely found it regrettable: Jiang Xia had been snatched away by those two. How were they supposed to solve cases quickly now?
Before Jiang Xia left, Inspector Megure could only hurriedly tell him what they had found, hoping Brother Jiang Xia would have a sudden flash of insight and find the answer. "We checked the Guest List one by one, and there was no record of that tall, thin man in sunglasses. We don't know how he slipped into the venue either. But we've cast a wide net around the area. If that guy comes back, he'll definitely be caught on the spot."
Perhaps knowing that criminals this bold were rare, he added, "Chiba and the others are screening people with criminal records—but unfortunately, that man wore gloves the whole time and seemed to have used hair