"Bourbon..."
Vermouth suddenly regretted bringing in this scapegoat. If she'd known, she might as well have used Calvados! At least he was obedient enough and wouldn't have hidden such important intelligence from her.
Besides...
Vermouth eyed Bourbon suspiciously. The more she looked at him, the more she felt there was something wrong with him from head to toe. "When did you learn voice changing?"
When she'd brought Amuro Tooru in to stand in for "Dr. Araide," Vermouth's plan had been to have him keep a low profile and pretend he had a cold—though Bourbon probably didn't know professional voice changing, it shouldn't have been too hard for him to fake a hoarse voice so rough his original tone couldn't be heard.
But after a while, Vermouth discovered that Bourbon was far more capable than she'd imagined. He could actually imitate Dr. Araide's voice.
She had once pressed him about it in confusion, but Bourbon had only smiled and told her, "That's a secret."
Vermouth recalled this scene, and her fists clenched. "..." Damn Riddler!
"At the time, I thought that as someone who joined the Organization halfway, Bourbon must have some unique methods if he could climb to his current position in just a few short years, so I didn't keep asking. But now that I think about it... was that really Bourbon's own skill, or was it something Uzo found a way to temporarily boost for him, for the sake of stage effect?"
A few minutes earlier, on the other side.
Haibara Ai got the recording and jogged back the way she had come.
Just as she reached a place with signal, her phone suddenly buzzed. She had received a message.
"Hm?" After sending the recording to Jiang Xia, Haibara Ai exited the outbox and opened that email.