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Sato Miwako picked up the receipt with her gloved hand, puzzled. "A receipt for cigars? What's wrong with this?"
Manager Kajimura glanced over as well. He did not know what kind of receipt it was either, but for some reason, a terrible premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
Jiang Xia read out the time on it. "Yesterday evening, 5:40 PM."
Manager Kajimura: "?!"
Jiang Xia looked at him sympathetically. "Actually, not long after you left last night, the head waiter returned with the cigars the victim wanted and the receipt. The victim casually tucked this receipt into his wallet—if you really went on a business trip, why would this receipt appear in your wallet together with the cash from the victim's wallet?"
"After you killed the victim early this morning, you happened to discover that his wallet had also fallen onto the lawn, so you took his money while you were at it. If it had only been one or two bills, you might not have cared, but the temptation of over a hundred 10,000-yen notes made you unable to resist. Your panic and excitement after the murder made you overlook the receipt tucked among the banknotes.
"This receipt bears the fingerprints of you, the head waiter, and the victim. Together with the evidence at the bottom of the well..."
Thud.
Manager Kajimura slammed his fist heavily into the ground. Gritting his teeth, his face full of unwillingness, he said, "I used to mock him for carrying around huge wads of cash every day like some nouveau riche. He had a fortune worth billions, yet he still had to take advantage of company funds by claiming receipts for reimbursement... I never thought I'd ultimately be defeated by those stupid habits."
Inspector Megure silently watched it all, still somewhat unable