Just as Vodka thought Calvados had escaped disaster, another voice came from nearby.
—Conan had been forced to shut up, but his little partner, Hattori Heiji, had not.
Hattori Heiji sized Calvados up. "There's nothing strange about working part-time to experience life, but yesterday you were nearly beaten to death by a murderer, and today you're casually attending a banquet like nothing happened... Come to think of it, why didn't you go to headquarters for a statement? You're an important witness at the scene of the second Murder Case."
Vodka: "..." He had almost forgotten. The little lackey had shut up, but there was still this dark lackey here!
And if he remembered correctly, this dark lackey was the son of the Osaka Police chief, while the girl beside him was also the daughter of a high-ranking police official... Sure enough, after Tokyo, Osaka was gradually becoming that thing's playground too.
It seemed he would have to avoid business assignments here whenever possible.
As Vodka secretly planned out his career, he remembered something and glanced at Calvados from the corner of his eye. If this guy was unfortunate enough to be exposed... then he had to get away and distance himself immediately.
Just as he was thinking that, Calvados gave a cold snort. "What business is it of yours whether I give a statement? You're an underage brat, yet you really think you're a Detective."
"You...!" Hattori Heiji's fists clenched. Just as he was about to lunge forward, Toyama Kazuha grabbed him.
Nearby, Conan's eye twitched as well. He felt like he had somehow caught a stray bullet.
Vodka kept a straight face, expressionless. He couldn't laugh. No matter how much he wanted to, he absolutely couldn't laugh—who cared about this little brat Detective from Osaka, but if he accidentally