Gin: "..." That glass door had been made of a special material. From inside the shop, one could clearly see outside, but from outside, it only reflected like a mirror... Just how had that brat Uzo seen him?
Never mind. That wasn't important.
More urgently, he needed to stay away from that strange motorcade—he would be delighted to see Bourbon suffer, but he had no intention of becoming material for Bourbon's misfortune. He still had too much to do and no time to get dragged into that overenergetic maniac's stage games.
"Hope Bourbon has fun."
As the low blessing faded, a Black Porsche gleefully drove away.
Itakura Suguru sat wearily in a taxi, unaware that he was being followed.
Behind the taxi.
Amuro Tooru glanced into the rearview mirror several times. Then he suddenly smiled and casually turned the steering wheel, leaving the taxi behind as he entered a side road.
—He had followed far enough. Based on Itakura Suguru's route, his past habits, and the distribution of hotels in Tokyo, Amuro Tooru was certain which hotel the man would be checking into.
And throughout the tail, he had maintained the greatest possible distance that still kept the target in view. In other words, that little follower behind him could now see only him, not the direction in which the taxi had departed.
"Daring to ride a skateboard and tail me so openly before nightfall... I wonder whether he's underestimating me or traffic laws." Amuro Tooru tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, revealing a malicious smile worthy of Bourbon. "Time to let this brat get a taste of the real world."
Behind the Mazda.
As the vehicle left the Commercial District, Conan finally no longer had to run red lights or squeeze through dense traffic.
He secretly