"Calvados would volunteer at a wedding venue when he had nothing better to do? It wasn't Vermouth getting married! He wouldn't be that kindhearted."
Vodka looked down on Chianti's shallow understanding. "That's why he must have shown up there tonight because he was on a mission."
Although he had been operating solo lately, Vodka had followed Gin for a long time—he had seen plenty of cases like the Hatakeyama Family needing a warning after changing heirs and betraying the organization.
"Calvados probably took on the job of warning the Hatakeyama Family." Vodka stroked his chin and pondered in secret.
"Normally, he wouldn't directly kill the family head, but Uzo is beside him now! With that little schemer around, every seemingly insane action actually makes perfect sense."
"But a crafty bastard like Uzo, even if he wanted to screw over a colleague, probably wouldn't make it this obvious. Compared with having Calvados act directly and get arrested, it feels more likely that Calvados would die from a stray bullet.
"Still, come to think of it, from the surveillance footage, Calvados did enter the blind spot where the crime scene was located around the time the Groom was killed. Could he really..."
A message suddenly popped up from the Passerby Mutual Aid Association, from a rather rare name.
"Curacao? She actually spoke? Let's see what she said."
He tapped it open, and in the next instant, his eyes went wide.
Curacao: [You took much longer than usual to place your bets, barely said anything, and your picks were unusually accurate—you didn't secretly watch other surveillance footage behind our backs, did you?]
Vodka, who really was rewinding the manor's surveillance footage: "!!"
He froze for several seconds before stiffly typing out a feeble excuse: [How could I, I]
Before he could finish, Curacao