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He sighed getting up from the couch. “I'll be back." He said before leaving the house. Harry chuckled, touching his wound. It still hurts a little but at least it's better than when it was still fresh. He can manage to go for the launch as this new brand would be the eagle of his company. **** Nicole opened the door the moment she ended the call. The detective guy stood there, wearing a black coat, black hat and black shade glasses. “Tell me you have good news." Nicole said entering into the living room. The detective closed the door behind him before walking in as well.

I said with a loud clap as I gushed " Sel just told me that she was chatting with a cute boy from her home town . She was kinda worried that if he came here you might scare him away but if she doesn't matter to you , then I will tell her to -" It was safe to say that Conan was in front of my face in just a second with a terminator scowl as he bared his teeth at me " who is that boy ?" " Why do you care ?" I said arching my brow " you just said you don't give a damn about her " " There is no boy - cute or anything " said Conan studying my face , he tried to make himself sound calm but I knew that he was just hiding his anger under that calm façade of his .

The recent case has been taking up all her time and energy but this is exactly what she needs after her breakup. Don’t think about that! She scolds herself. Just write the damn report! “Detective Marshall!” Jessica springs to her feet and instantly addresses her supervisor, Captain Brooke. Captain Brooke is a man in his early fifties with a smooth bald head and a strict demeanor. He’s known for his adherence to rules and expects efficiency from all the cops under him. Jessica is one of his most trusted employees and despite her young age, he assigns all the high profile cases to her. “How are we coming up on the Jolene Valley Murder?” He asks.

The television victim had dark hair. Conner stood up and turned away from the body. “Seen enough?” the other detective asked. “Yeah...thanks,” Conner mumbled. “I’ll be on my way now.” He ducked under the yellow tape and made his way to his car. Once inside, he sat behind the wheel, thinking. The game had changed, ever so slightly. The killer was no longer meticulously following the details from the television show. Conner wanted to know why. He had a feeling the answer could be important.

With Dylan reading his small signal and expectedly to the future detective of their gang, a diversion and improvise plan should set things right. Taking a deep breath out, Dylan surrenders. “Okay, I will look for any information that I can get with regards to their identity just to make you at ease, as I will investigate what happened last night.” Assuring his cousin as it knew how he works his way and the trusted one out of anyone for being a talented junior detective whenever he likes it or, he is in a mood. As the raising brand ‘Detective Conan’ whose wit is incomparable to any professional, taking the criminal justice studies of their University of Royal Knights. “But it doesn’t change t

I crouched in front of him, stroking his hair. “Hey, are you okay?” I caressed his blonde hair even more. As he lifted his head, I realized the child was Conan. His eyes, once one green and the other blue, were almost entirely covered by the dark nebula. “I did all of this, aunt...” He smiled macabre, with blood all over his face. “They're all my victims; I won't stop… I'll kill everyone; all will perish under my rule.

Why does Conan look like a kid who could not get the toy that he wants right now? "I already warned you. Don't say that I didn't. He's hiding something from you which he should not do. This thing is actually very important. Since you don't want to listen to me, then it's all up to you! I hope that you'll be able to deal with it calmly when you finally find out what it is that he's hiding from you!" Conan said rudely. I looked at the man who seemed to be throwing a fit at me and I suddenly didn't know how to respond. Does he think that I'm his mom?!

Matt stated solemnly. "NO! You assured her that everything would be fine! I want my wife back!" I yelled. "Calm down Aiden! Just talk to her, maybe she will wake up sooner." Matt said. He was correct; it was now entirely up to Sydney. Detective Conan arrived later to take our statements and handed me that troublesome DVD. I gave him an astonished look. "I saw it, it's not crucial for this case. You can keep it." He said. "But...it has my dad's…" I could not continue.

I said angrily while gulping down the canned beer I was holding. "The question is, do you know where to find her?" Kenneth asked. Damn it! I don't even know her address. Why am I so unlucky today? Here I am, almost unable to feel sleepy anymore. It's all Mahana's fault. "What's the point of having detective Conan as your cousin if you're not going to use him for me?" I retorted at him because, among all of us, he's the most knowledgeable about background checks. His hands are nimble when it comes to computers.

I spotted the desk that read Conan at the same time Sacha did, trudging up to it with her as the man's head popped up, his eyes squinting as he stared at us walking towards him. "Miss Paul", Detective Conan greeted and I stared into the eyes of the man that had questioned me twice now, once with O'Connell and the second time with the lady detective. I nodded at him and he gestured at us to have a seat on the chairs facing him. I sat down primly, the words still reciting in my head. "I take it these belong to you", Conan said, bringing out my phone and my purse that had my ID in it. I nodded again.