Heiji Hattori: Where Are My Teammates? Save Me-Holy Shit!

"Of all days, it had to be today, with so many people coming to bother me..." Misari Ito muttered as she walked down the steps, though every step she took forward was extremely cautious.

Heiji Hattori, who hailed from Osaka, was not only a police officer's son; he genuinely knew quite a few people in Tokyo as well. Unlike Kusukawa, whose disappearance might go unnoticed—or whose acquaintances might assume he had racked up gambling debts and died somewhere unknown—he was a troublesome target.

However, once he had followed the traces Kusukawa left behind and come knocking, she had no other choice.

No matter how troublesome or difficult it was to handle, if she did not try to keep this under wraps, was she supposed to just give up and go to prison?

Damn it. A worthless gambling addict had gained such troublesome backing just because he used to be a cop...

Misari Ito clenched her teeth in frustration. Before opening the door, she cautiously leaned toward the peephole and looked outside.

The situation was already urgent. She could not afford to be careless.

It was a somewhat boyish, harmless-looking face, one that could easily inspire affection in older people, especially older women. If he had not appeared at such an inappropriate time, she might even have gone out to chat with him kindly.

This was the child who had been following behind Shinichi Kudo earlier.

Misari Ito stared at his face through the door for several seconds, then adjusted her angle to look at the empty path and courtyard gate behind him.

He was alone. Perhaps Shinichi Kudo had not noticed anything.

Had he forgotten something? Or did he need to borrow the bathroom? Tch, what a hassle. When they first came to the door, she should have pretended not