Conan also felt that something was off. "There's been a typhoon these past few days, so it's been hard for boats to reach the island. You can't have arrived much later than we did—you might even have gotten here before us. Why were you hiding here for so long without showing yourself?"
Hashimoto Maya glanced down at Kurosawa Kazuma. For a moment, he really wanted to dump the blame on this colleague, claiming that he'd been kidnapped or something... Unfortunately, he was already under observation. If he sent another Organization member into the Police Station now, things would not end well for him either.
Hashimoto Maya could only rack his brains for an excuse. "Actually... well, to be honest, I came here to recuperate."
"Recuperate?" Conan looked deeply suspicious. He remembered that this "Mr. George" had been with the tall man who called himself "Edward," and Edward had recently pretended to be a bodyguard at a gathering hall in the United Kingdom. Taken together, the signs clearly pointed to a suspicious person.
By that logic, Mr. George in front of him probably had no small number of secrets himself. No matter how Conan looked at him, he did not seem like someone so fragile that a minor accident would make him retreat to an island to shut himself away and recuperate.
Under his gaze, Hashimoto Maya sighed. "It was supposed to be an ordinary flight, but who knew there'd be a Murder Case, then trouble with the pilot, then the Autopilot System malfunctioned, then the plane got struck by lightning, then the fuel tank leaked... Even the airport we were supposed to land at got blown up, so we had to pick another place to land at the last minute. In the end, the plane nearly plunged straight into the