Sato Miwako let out a sigh.
Before the bomber had truly appeared, she had never imagined that she could harbor such intense Killing Intent—when she saw a living person, she wanted to kill him; when she saw his corpse, she felt happy and relieved.
The battered, broken bomber was carried away. When Sato Miwako noticed that flicker of exhilaration in her heart, she was utterly shocked: this was wrong. As a police officer, she should revere life, even when facing a vicious criminal—and with a mindset like hers now, should she really remain in Investigation Division 1 as a police officer?
The case had just ended, and everything had come to a close. Leaving now seemed like a very good time, and a very good outcome.
"Um, Sato." Inspector Megure looked at his capable subordinate, who seemed inclined to leave, and broke out in a cold sweat. He cleared his throat and carefully chose his words. "If you aren't suited to be a police officer, then who is? You're just too tired. How about this! I'll approve a few days of leave for you. Get some rest—um, take some time these next few days to visit someplace young people like. An aquarium, an amusement park... Oh, right! Tropical Land has an event going on lately. My wife even won two tickets while shopping a few days ago."
He fumbled in his pockets and actually pulled out two tickets, which he slapped into Sato Miwako's hand. "I've been too busy lately, so I can't go anytime soon—you go in my place! Bring along a friend you get along with, relax a little, go on a date or something." Then come back and work overtime with me 24 hours a day!
Sato Miwako looked at the amusement park tickets in her hand