Thinking of that stamp-collecting second-in-command, Amuro Tooru clicked his tongue inwardly, feeling slightly irritated.
—After all, Jiang Xia was a Peripheral Member of the organization. If Rum truly valued his reputation as a Detective and came directly to him to demand Jiang Xia, things would become rather troublesome.
"Fortunately, Rum hasn't brought it up to me yet. Maybe he thinks a subordinate's subordinate is still his subordinate, so he isn't in much of a hurry."
After briefly analyzing the mindset of his moody superior, Amuro Tooru shook his head and set the matter aside for the time being.
He poured himself a cup of tea and was about to ask Jiang Xia in detail about what had happened during the trip, especially anything related to Curacao. But just then, he sensed something and warily cut himself off, turning toward the front door.
—A middle-aged man was standing outside, looking up at the door plate.
After seeing the words "Detective Agency," he knocked on the door and walked in.
Amuro Tooru's eye twitched. "..." Why did a client have to come now of all times...? That was far too much of a coincidence.
The word "coincidence" stirred the nerves that had been sharpened during the trip. Amuro Tooru studied the visitor and could not help becoming suspicious: Was this really just an ordinary client? Could Rum have sent someone else to approach Jiang Xia after Curacao?
Across the coffee table, Jiang Xia had already risen to his feet and professionally greeted the client. "Hello. Please fill out the form first."
"Ah, all right." The middle-aged man looked him over, surprised. "So you work at this Detective Agency. I thought you were a client too."
—When he had looked in from the entrance earlier and seen the two of them sitting across