Makoto Nishimoto snorted along with her, then kicked the half of the blame hanging over his own head straight onto Shota Aoki.
He looked at Inspector Megure. "I didn't kill her. Not long after they left, I went to the guard room to return the key, then went home. Come to think of it, when I was leaving the building, I happened to see Shota hurrying back inside—who knows whether he borrowed the key again afterward and came back to kill Yukiko?"
Shota Aoki froze for a moment. Realizing that the suspicion against him had suddenly grown, he could only reveal what he had originally intended to hide. "I did wait for Yukiko in the parking lot. We had something to discuss, but she never—"
Before he could finish, Makoto Nishimoto suddenly slammed a hand onto the table in fury. "I knew you were two-timing, but you wouldn't admit it! There are only two women in the Band, and having Risako wasn't enough for you—you even wanted to get your hands on Yukiko!"
Risako Tanaka slammed the table even louder than he had and glared at Shota Aoki. "You went to see her again?! I'm your girlfriend! You said you were busy just now, so this was what you were busy with?!"
Jiang Xia leaned against an inconspicuous wall, glancing from Risako Tanaka to Makoto Nishimoto and back again. He stroked his chin, a trace of hidden anticipation in his gaze.
Beside him, Vermouth, who had been secretly watching him, shifted uneasily and muttered to herself, What is Uzo planning now? Things are already chaotic enough, and who knows what's happening with Mouri Kogoro. He isn't going to set up a third round, is he... But the police are here, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
Then Vermouth reconsidered—what