Inspector Megure stroked his springy double chin and stared suspiciously at Calvados. "Could it be that you argued during your phone call, and in a fit of rage, you came here and killed her? The murder weapon was the vase on the shoe cabinet by the entrance—a weapon that was easy to grab. This looks very much like a crime of passion committed on impulse. And you were in the same building, with no alibi and ample time to commit the crime!"
Calvados: "..."
Apparently, it was not just that brat who was annoying. These brainless Tokyo Police were all the same... If only he had a machine gun, he would mow down every last one of these bastards.
He imagined the wonderful sight of spraying bullets from a machine gun and wiping out all the irritating pests... But when the pleasant fantasy ended, he still had to face the harsh reality of being surrounded by police officers.
Calvados could only take a deep breath and do his best to maintain the composure expected of a helpful citizen. "I didn't know where she was watching a movie. Even if I really wanted to kill her, how could I possibly locate this place so precisely?"
It had merely been a rhetorical question, but the fat police inspector actually considered it seriously. "Perhaps you discussed it on the phone? For example, the victim might have said something like, 'Even if I'm watching a movie at Hoda's place, I still won't go see you.' And the mailboxes at the entrance to this apartment building have the residents' names on them, so it wouldn't be difficult to find the Hoda residence."
"..." Calvados's fists clenched. For a moment, he could not tell whether this policeman was clever, stupid, or deliberately framing him.
He suppressed