"And Tequila is dead—what does that have to do with me? The closest our paths ever crossed was two years ago, when we worked together to find that programmer."
Puzzled, Vermouth opened the email and read it carefully—Gin was not a man with much free time. Every move he made had to mean something.
As she read on, Vermouth's brows gradually furrowed.
"When Tequila died 'by accident,' a Great Detective happened to 'pass by' the scene... So Gin has realized that incident was Jiang Xia's doing too.
"Wait, what's this? A diary?"
Vermouth clicked it open and read two lines, then remembered—this seemed to be that genius programmer's diary.
Come to think of it, the plan to "sneak into his room and move things around to force Itakura Suguru into submission" had actually been her idea. When Tequila infiltrated the room, he had reported the situation to her, including the existence of this diary.
...But Tequila had never mentioned that behind Itakura Suguru's utterly ordinary programmer routines, there was a hidden diary.
"I see. Gin must have guessed that the 'mysterious woman' who spoke with Itakura Suguru in the diary was me. That's why he sent this email—to warn me to watch what I say from now on."
A warning was just a warning. Vermouth did not take it to heart—taken out of context, her conversation with Itakura Suguru was neither illegal nor against any rules. Most people would not understand it at all, and she knew perfectly well how to preserve the Organization's mystery and low profile.
But...
"How did Gin suddenly discover there was something wrong with Itakura Suguru's diary? Did something happen to Itakura Suguru?" Vermouth pondered.
"Besides, if something happened to Itakura Suguru, then so be it. Why did Gin go out of his way