"...Why are you here?"
Through the deafening roar of the helicopter's rotors, Tangze heard Gin phrase the question entirely like a statement. He put on an innocent expression. "What? Didn't you tell me to come clean this up?"
Giving up on trying to see him through the blurry imaging equipment, Gin looked straight through the helicopter's glass and glared fiercely at Akechi Goro standing by the railing.
Gin did not need him to explain. Having received word directly from Vermouth, he could roughly guess what had happened.
Vermouth had probably considered that Kumeru and Irish had fallen out badly enough to refuse to cooperate. Since something had happened to Irish, she had every reason to send Kumeru over to kick him while he was down.
Gin's mood improved slightly when he glanced at the weapon trigger by Vodka's hand, ready to fire at any moment. He then said coldly, "What is there for you to clean up? Quit talking nonsense."
"Hm? At the very least, that was the order I received." The person by the railing spread his hands.
The overly bright lights shone across his face from too close a distance, making Akechi Goro's expression difficult to see clearly. But Gin did not need a closer look to know that he was wearing that masklike smile that was always plastered across television screens and illuminated billboards.
At the thought that he could instinctively picture Kumeru's expression, Gin could not help making a disgusted grimace. The phone in his hand immediately felt filthy.
"Since you're here to clean things up, what were you fiddling with over there just now?" Giving up on reasoning with him, Gin asked the question directly.
He had suspected there was someone else on-site because he had seen the completely limp Irish suddenly tilt to one