Shuichi Akai: Let Me Tell You Something, Don't Be Scared

"Getting the sports car registered? Didn't you say sports cars weren't practical and you were going to sell it for something bigger, Dad?"

After a harrowing night, Ran Mouri had slept heavily until nearly noon. The moment she got up, she heard this shocking news.

Private detectives might operate differently from ordinary office workers, but they were still wage slaves in a sense. At the end of the day, it was a profession where you sold your labor and time for money, and for wage slaves, what kind of car you drove did matter.

There might not be much difference between driving an understated sedan and a roomy SUV, but for Mori Kogoro, a man his age with an almost grown daughter, a red convertible sports car was still far too flashy and undignified.

"Ah, well..." Mori Kogoro chewed on the omelet in his mouth and shifted his gaze away vaguely. "Um, well, Eri seemed to like it quite a bit."

Conan, who had been calmly sipping milk beside him, turned in surprise to look at Mori Kogoro's expression.

Eri Kisaki was a capable, flamboyant career woman with an aggressive edge in professional settings. A red sports car did suit her, but what Mori Kogoro meant was that he intended to keep the car and let Eri Kisaki drive it most of the time.

Which meant that, if he did not want to look like a show-off, he would still have to rent cars quite often.

"Has Uncle Mori's relationship with Aunt Eri been progressing that fast lately?" Conan tried hard to recall the recent interactions between the awkward couple, utterly baffled.

Ever since Eri Kisaki and Mori Kogoro had dragged their feet through exchanging gifts last time, things really had been easing between them.

Lately, Ran no longer bothered