Sonoko Detective Conan Novels & Stories

A man stepped inside, his movement calm and unhurried. He was dressed in a dark suit that fit him comfortably. He carried no visible files, no clipboard, no folder. That unsettled me more than if he had. He closed the door behind him and sat across from me, leaning back slightly as if we were about to have coffee. He was so casual… “Hi,” he said casually. “I’m Detective Conan.” His voice was light and almost friendly. I nodded, unsure whether I was supposed to speak. He studied me openly and throughly.