When the police called out, he stayed holed up in the stall instead of coming out. No matter how one looked at it, that was suspicious.
As Calvados mentally gave that meddlesome bastard next door a full burst of bullets, he could only reluctantly toss away his gun, then push open the door, pretending he had just finished using the restroom.
Outside the stall, Officer Takagi had originally been on high alert, ready to tackle whoever came out at any moment.
However, before he could make a move, he caught sight of the other man's fairly recognizable face and froze. "You look... kind of familiar?"
Calvados glanced at him and relaxed inwardly. "..." Of course he looked familiar. It was that idiot police officer he had run into on the Shinkansen.
But immediately afterward, his heart skipped a beat.
"Come to think of it, it was this idiot cop who stumbled onto the gun I hid in the chair last time. And if the gun I threw outside gets discovered by the police this time too... will he make a connection and suspect that both guns belong to me?"
"...No, why am I assuming the hidden handgun will be found? With this cop's intelligence, he might not even think to search the lawn outside the window."
Thinking this, Calvados took a deep breath and said evenly to Officer Takagi, "I remember you. You're that rookie cop from the Shinkansen who abandoned the suspect to go watch the excitement, resulting in the criminal being killed by the murderer."
Officer Takagi: "..."
At the mention of the Shinkansen, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this man before—this passenger seemed to know Mr. Yamada, the detective's assistant. Back then, the two of them had blended into the onlookers and watched the commotion