…Okay, so Hakuba did pick up on the admission. No point in trying to take it back. He would latch onto this one slip-up and not let it go.
“You really have no idea what is going on, do you?” Kaito grinned. Oh, dear, he knew something Hakuba didn’t. And about a great detective, no less. The irony made him ecstatic.
“He is much more one of secrets and lies than even I. Let’s just say that he has two faces as well and he and you are on equal ground for a reason. He is not nearly a prodigy as he first appears, when you understand what happened to him in the first place.”
That…
Hakuba frowned, brows furrowing faintly at the thief’s sinister words. It didn’t feel right. Nothing about that settled well at all with the detective. Too many questions sprung up all at once, each with their own, different set of implications.
“What… are you talking about?” he asked, voice tense, serious. “What do you mean, ‘what happened to him?’”
He felt territorial. Protective. And his fists clenched at his sides in response.
“I’ll warn you once that I will not tolerate idle threats against little Edogawa-kun, regardless of your working relationship.”