"What if I ended up getting sent in by some muddleheaded detective like Mustache?"
Calvados recalled how he had repeatedly run into the police not long ago, only to be released each time after Jiang Xia swiftly caught the real culprit. Belatedly, he felt a little fortunate. "Maybe I should keep Jiang Xia's contact information after all."
"I'm not carrying any contraband now, so I don't need to avoid contact with the police and detectives like I used to. Rather than being framed as a criminal and dragged to the Police Station for questioning, it'd be better to have Jiang Xia show up at the first sign of trouble, find the real culprit, and clear my name."
After being back for so many days, he had become increasingly aware of how dangerous Tokyo was—no, how dangerous this entire country was.
Cases were everywhere. Who knew when he might stumble into one? But speaking of Jiang Xia's contact information...
"Jiang Xia seemed to have given me a business card before, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I also thought anything connected to police and detectives was bad luck, so I casually threw it away after getting back." Recalling what he had done, Calvados felt a faint pang of regret.
"I probably threw it onto the coffee table or left it in the car. But now that I think about it, I never saw those cards in either place again after tossing them... I was carrying out a mission with Vodka at the time. Could Vodka have picked them up?"
—When Calvados had discovered that Vodka had gone off to become some kind of "detective assistant," he had suspected the man had gone insane. But now...
"Looks like he'd already tasted the benefits of having a detective help him, which