“An’ why should I? Ya seemed perfectly fine in callin’ me brute.”
Heiji rounded on the other detective, taking a step towards him. “Ya dare peg me fer someone who’ll take a stab ta th’ back an’ fall? Better think ‘pon that ‘gain.”
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the ever-increasing storm. The harsh winds pushed hard, whispering and moaning at the boarded windows that refused to let them in—or perhaps at the argument that continued behind it.
“My comments are based on your demonstrated behavior, not your personal beliefs.”
Hakuba spoke calmly then, though he was anything but behind the mask. The blond detective shifted, turning as light flickered across the room to finally regard Heiji again, eyes narrowed.
“It’s not wise to presume when you don’t know a god damned thing about me.”