"No matter what, at least one of these three must be right." Officer Takagi began to ponder. "An old man, a young girl, and a middle-aged man capable of running a shop... The café owner seems like the most reliable one. And the clue he provided was a 1.7-meter-tall person in black clothes..."
At the mention of black clothes, Officer Takagi's gaze shifted toward Calvados.
Only Mr. Yamaguchi is dressed entirely in black.
But if it was him, the height did not match. And if they went by the 1.7-meter height, the only one among the four who fit was that office worker—yet he was dressed in green.
Fragments of various colors and heights spun through Officer Takagi's mind. He pressed a hand to his aching head. "..." It was just a robbery case. Why did it seem even harder than the murder cases he usually encountered?
"I'd rather run into a murder case. At least those cases always come with some detective popping out of nowhere..."
A police officer sighed, beginning to miss that enthusiastic, kind, and swift detective.
Some people were busy with a case, while others were on vacation at an upscale dining room, going on a blind date.
Officer Shiratori and Sato Miwako were both police officers with no shortage of initiative. Not only had they made a bet, they quickly refined its terms as well. "There's no point waiting forever. Let's make sunset the deadline."
Officer Shiratori checked his watch. "If he gets here before then, I'll never bring up blind dates again. But if he doesn't make it in time, then this coming Valentine's Day, we'll have a sweet date—right?"
"..." Sato Miwako corrected him rigorously. "Just a date." There was no "sweet" involved!
Next door.
The gossipers pricked up their ears, their