The technician had no idea how he had found the target, and Inspector Yokomizo knew even less. But none of that mattered. As a criminal police officer, all he needed was the result.
Soon, a line of police cars switched off their Police Sirens and quietly set out toward the Commercial Street.
"For roughly a few minutes before and after, Kisaki Eri could be seen dragging this murderer through the footage alone. Before that, many police officers, as well as Curacao, all headed in the same direction."
Like a scholar, Vodka studied several surveillance feeds, deep in thought. "So what exactly happened in those few short minutes?"
He took a sip of coffee and rolled up his sleeves, about to put his skills to use and make some exquisite deductions based on his understanding of Uzo... when his phone suddenly buzzed with a new email.
The abrupt vibration startled Vodka, who had been staring intently at the screen. Snapping back to himself, he clicked his tongue. "Who the hell is it? Looking for me in the middle of the night? What terrible timing..."
Still, as an innocent executive traveling alone near Uzo, he did not dare miss any information delivered straight to him.
Could that kid have spotted me nearby and sent an email to say hello?
The thought briefly crossed his mind as he took out his phone, but Vodka quickly shook it away. "No, no, no. I've kept this much distance the whole time. If he can spot me even like this, what am I keeping watch for? I'd book a ticket back to Tokyo on the spot and glue myself to Big Brother's side forever!"
Muttering to himself, he lit up the screen.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
—Fortunately, his worst fear had not