Only smart people knew that the real contest had already begun—motives could be uncovered sooner or later, so the sooner they confessed and the more cooperative they were with the police and Detective's investigation, the lower their own suspicions would be and the higher their companions' would become.
As long as their companions went down, they would be safe!
The director and the ordinary employee had reached that realization in an instant. Beside them, Section Chief Yasui, who was so used to flattering others, had not yet caught on.
He instinctively waved a hand, maintaining his usual image. "If you have grievances, confess them yourselves. Don't drag me into this! I have no conflict with Mr. Tachibana at all!"
The director gave a sinister smile. "Section Chief Yasui, just admit it. Everyone in our department knows about this—didn't Mr. Tachibana steal away the girlfriend you were about to marry?"
"Who said that?!" Section Chief Yasui snapped. "I dumped her first, and only then did she get together with Mr. Tachibana. What do you mean, 'stole her away'?!"
"Oh..."
Inspector Megure took it all in, his gaze gradually turning suspicious. Of the three, the director had been hit hardest by the bomb and was wrapped in bandages all over. The ordinary employee had also injured his left hand in the blast.
Only Section Chief Yasui—the one who had originally been closest to the victim and most likely to have died in the explosion with him—had happened to leave the victim and enter the corridor at that moment, escaping completely unscathed.
And now, someone had proven that he had a romantic dispute with the victim...
Different words fell on different ears, and naturally, people focused on different things.
Vodka: "..." Someone full of holes like that actually dared oppose the Organization.