"This is the kind of game that really gets the blood pumping!"
Professionals really did play little games differently. The driver casually grabbed a ball and tossed it, and the round ball landed right on the bullseye with a plunk.
The Game Machine chimed out a congratulatory tune.
The driver chuckled, carrying his bag in one hand while using the other to pick balls out of the basket and smash them one after another with great satisfaction.
Mouri Ran gauged the distance between their hiding spot and the driver, rolled her wrist, and eagerly asked Officer Sato, "Do we move now?"
Sato Miwako hurriedly shook her head. They could not waste such a perfect opportunity. "He's waiting for a chance to trade with the next buyer. It'll be far more convincing if we arrest him and the drug dealer together."
"True." Mouri Ran reined in her imposing aura and turned back into an ordinary high school girl.
After thinking it over, Officer Sato still did not feel entirely at ease. She looked at their group and decisively said, "All of us hiding here is too conspicuous. Even if the driver doesn't notice us, it'll be trouble if his accomplices do. How about this: Mr. Kurosawa and I will find a machine next to him and keep an eye on him at close range. The rest of you are a group of students, so no one will suspect you're connected to the police."
Though Vodka was not present, he might as well have been. Hearing her call out "Kurosawa" again and again made him feel awful all over. "That Uzo bastard actually dared to let a puppet use Big Brother's name. If you ask me, the instant Big Brother saw the name 'Kurosawa Sa,' he should've shot those two bastards dead