Let them investigate the bathroom first and put their suspicions to rest—if we refuse to let them inspect anything and just take them away, they might come back if they're not satisfied. That would be troublesome.
Jodie nodded to herself. "Once they're done searching, I'll quickly take them out for dinner and keep any more clues from being exposed."
As one FBI agent silently wrote the script in her mind,
inside her bathroom,
Hattori Heiji and Conan walked in as if nothing were amiss, closing the door behind them.
The instant the door clicked shut, their expressions changed.
With perfect coordination, one pounced toward the Bathtub while the other rushed to the sewer opening. After checking them, they began carefully searching the rest of the room.
A few minutes later,
those who needed to change had changed, and those who needed to search the bathroom had searched it.
The three people, each with their own thoughts, left the Apartment and prepared to eat at a nearby restaurant.
While waiting for the elevator, Jodie glanced at Hattori Heiji and smiled brightly. "I never expected Conan to have a foreign friend."
"A foreign friend?" Hattori Heiji froze for a moment, then understood. "You're not talking about me, are you?"
"Of course I am." Jodie smiled, steering the conversation toward an irrelevant topic to seize the rhythm and keep him from taking the initiative. "Your skin is much darker than most Asians', and your way of speaking is as strange as mine—what country are you from?"
"I'm from Osaka! Of course my accent is different from Tokyo people's." Hattori Heiji's eye twitched. "Didn't you see me at Teitan High School's school festival? Why are you pretending not to know me now?"
"Oh! I did see you." Jodie looked surprised. "But I thought