"What did he mean, perfect crime?"
Hearing Tangze say that, Reiko Shimizu, seated across from him, let out a lilting laugh. Her curly brown hair flew high in the wind blowing in through the car window, and paired with her pretty face, she was a pleasing sight indeed.
If one ignored the venomous words coming from her mouth.
"That Suehiko Ito guy liked to call himself a perfectionist." Reiko Shimizu propped up her chin and casually assessed her boyfriend—or rather, ex-boyfriend. "If he'd spent some time properly attending classes in college, he should have understood that so-called perfectionism is merely helplessness in the face of losing control, cultivated in an environment lacking communication and security. And he studied psychology, too. Then again, if his grades had been good enough, he wouldn't have dropped out in his third year."
"You really look down on his 'perfection,'" Tangze said calmly, despite being flanked on both sides by tall, muscular men carrying weapons.
Even though Tangze had already shown his black-hearted side, Soichiro Miyama and Reiko Shimizu seemed to believe that he was not some righteous detective, but rather a mercenary willing to discuss any job for the right price. Still, before everything was settled, they clearly did not trust him enough.
And by settled, they meant Suehiko Ito following his own plan and taking all the blame for every past crime onto himself.
That way, Soichiro Miyama could dump a whole pile of matters onto him and use the sacred divide to extricate himself cleanly.
At this stage, Akechi, who had not yet fully reached an agreement with them, naturally still needed to remain under surveillance.
"Perfection should be an evaluation given by others, not some self-important claim." Reiko Shimizu rested both hands on her crossed leg, her tone mocking. "Who calls