"'Pramia' means flame in Russian."
The bearded man—or rather, Oleg Labruntsev—still followed them to the restaurant after Tangze talked him into it. After a brief introduction, he declined the invitation to go straight to the Mori Detective Agency.
He looked even paler and more nervous than before he had gone to the Metropolitan Police Department. Clearly, dealing with the police and detectives closely connected to them was not something he was used to.
Taking advantage of Tangze still being there as a translator, he left his contact information with Mori Kogoro. After arranging another meeting time, he hurriedly departed.
Tangze could see the tension in him, the kind that made relaxation completely impossible, and he could somewhat understand how the man felt.
He was someone walking down a path with no visible future, a man driven by revenge who had targets he wanted to strike back at, but also people he wanted to protect.
Even though Tangze's words had made him lower his guard somewhat around Mori Kogoro and the others, he definitely would not trust anyone so easily before investigating and confirming that Tangze had not lied.
"'Pramia.' So the bomber we encountered three years ago was Pramia herself." Matsuda Jinpei sighed. "That really is... not something I expected."
Ridiculous as it sounded, he had never realized that he had once faced such a dangerous criminal in person. Then, not long after meeting her, he had died at the hands of Motohashi Yoji, someone far weaker than Pramia.
And Motohashi Yoji had now died at Pramia's hands...
"Fate really is something laughable. Does this count as some kind of 'food chain'?" Matsuda Jinpei gave a self-mocking smile. "No wonder she spent so much effort specifically setting this trap."
"Then why did Pramia set her sights on Shibuya? That makes