Kaito Detective Conan Novels & Stories

She shifted carefully, avoiding the glass as she moved toward the small cabinet along the wall. "Where's your first aid kit?" Kane dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. "Last drawer." She found it quickly, pulling it open and grabbing the kit, returning to him with quiet focus. He watched her the entire time. Every movement. Every small expression. She knelt in front of him, opening the box, her fingers moving with surprising confidence. "You do this a lot?" he asked roughly. She glanced up briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

“Actually, I need your help, Kayoko. You're good with technology. If we can track Leonard through the CCTV cameras, we might be able to find his trail.” Kayoko's eyes lit up, her smile widening. “Finally something interesting! Give me access to the city's CCTV network, and I'll get to work.” Victor nodded. “We need all the leads we can get. I trust you.” Kayoko got straight to work, connecting her laptop to the available surveillance systems. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, her face serious as she scrolled through thousands of CCTV recordings from various corners of the city. Victor and Hera waited patiently, though the tension in the air was palpable. Time passed, and finally Kayoko l

“One you’re uniquely suited for.” He tossed an envelope onto the table. A photo slid out—sharp, recent. The man in the picture had a disarming smile. Eyes that didn’t match it. Annabell’s breath caught. “Are you sure it’s him?” “Without a doubt.” Kaito’s smile was slow and deliberate. He leaned back in his chair, predator-like. Iden watched her closely, saying nothing yet. A flicker of something passed between them—an unspoken thread, fragile and taut.

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.

He inhaled the scent of Seina's hair which felt good on his sense of smell. "Calm down, dear. Kenzo has promised to help us investigate Caramel's body, and we will find out the truth about Caramel's death. Isn't that so, my friend." said Matteo, suppressing his every word. Realized the cue code Matteo had given him, through the voice of the man. So that makes Kenzo turn his gaze completely to Matteo. His friend glared at him, and was rewarded by Kenzo with a wink. Seeing Kenzo teasing Matteo with a wink. However, Kenzo's face remain expressionless. So that makes Kenzo like a strange person.

Did he make the best idea to ask help from his old friend Cony? What if he only put Yennifer's life in danger? ------- Trivia Katako- another term for Cambion.

Logan protested. "Look," Conan said firmly. He kneeled next to the grieving detective and put his hand under Logan's chin and tilted it upward. "I've had to deal with a lot of gruesome deaths in my line of work. Trust me, you'll be relieved." Before the detective knew it, Conan dragged him off the scene. He tried to resist but Conan only shoved him down until they were beside the little girl once again. Who knows if she had witnessed what happened to her mother?

Japan might be one of the safest countries in the world, but if someone wants to capture me without being caught then they will do just that. So I need to be on my toes at all times. At that, I hear the approaching jogger who catches up with me. I don't need to look at him to know who it is. "You're late." I chastise him. "Sorry." Something in his voice makes me glance his way, and I slow down my jog until I come to a complete stop, Kaito following me. "What the the hell happened to you?" He's bent over with his hands propped on his knees. He never gets winded while running, so there has to be a story behind the swollen black eye and busted lip he's sporting.

It was 7:20 PM, and my gut churned with what I had to tell her. That tattoo on the attacker’s hand, a coiled dragon I’d seen on one of Hana’s family’s enforcers years ago in Tokyo. Hana Tanaka had sent that thug to hurt Lisa. The thought made my blood boil. Lisa didn’t deserve this mess, not after Kaito’s lies, not after everything. My phone buzzed, a text from Kaito: “Meet me now. Bar on King’s Road. It's urgent.” I cursed under my breath, glancing at my watch. Lisa was due in forty minutes, but Kaito’s timing was never accidental.