"?" Mouri Kogoro stretched his neck out in confusion and looked beneath the seat.
It was pitch-black underneath, and he could not see a thing. In the end, he could only conclude that he had accidentally touched the seat cover.
But that glance was not entirely without reward.
—The pen he had been looking for was lying under the seat, in a very easy-to-reach spot.
Mouri Kogoro successfully picked up the pen and slipped it into his pocket.
Perhaps because he had taken a nap in the car, the alcohol had worn off a little.
Mouri Kogoro looked at Sayuri Shimamura, who was driving, and felt that something was off.
In his guileless manner, he said, "You're dressed very formally today." —She was actually wearing a business suit. That was not the sort of outfit women liked to wear when going for a joyride.
Sayuri Shimamura's palms grew sweaty as she smiled. "I was actually planning to work overtime tonight. But my roommate caught a cold, and she looked pretty sick, so I came back to check on her... The work isn't urgent. Going for a drive with a friend and relaxing before getting back to it will make me more efficient. And since it's just a leisure activity, I couldn't be bothered to change on purpose—going for a joyride in formal clothes has its own kind of fun too."
...That was a lie.
As Sayuri Shimamura spun her lie, she glanced at the clock in the car.
—It showed that it was a little past eight.
But it was actually past nine. She had secretly set the clock back by an hour earlier.
Sayuri Shimamura: "..." Although she did not know why Mouri Kogoro thought it was only eight, it was perfectly normal for a drunk to lose