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Note to self: keep bedroom fully stocked with chocolate.
“God damn you can’t even answer your phone, Hattori?!" Hakuba’s voice, clearly frustrated, strained. “What would you like me to do now?”
Silence on the line, aside from the detective’s breathing, before he was answered with a gruff and muffled male voice.
“Proceed.”
"Ha… certainly.” Bitter, hard. Angry. “Hattori, I’m to tell you to pass a message along to my dear daddy and the rest of the boys on the for- ah, fine, FINE, stop-”
Muffled clatter. A ragged, broken gasp from the detective.
Silence. One… two…. three…
“Hattori.” Quieter, calmer. Broken. “The Superintendent General needs to know that if he wants to see me again that he’s to wait next to Hachikō…” He coughed, then released a shuddering breath. And then, in English, quickly. “Don’t let him leave the house. They’re going to intercept at- ahgh!”
The definitive sound of gunfire. Four shots in total. More muffled, shifting sounds. The thud of something heavy hitting the ground.
"Tomorrow evening…” The previous male voice said into the phone. “Seven o’clock sharp. If he wants the body in one piece.”
Click.
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The mun would like me to point out that this is in the Grand Canyon at Disneyland and wants to know why it’s not considered Hakuba Bait. I consider Disneyland (and subsequent theme parks) to be very fine indeed, and dinosaurs, being the ancestors of dragons, are likewise amazing, but… it’s not exactly what I […]
“Conan-kun… ah, no. You really are my missing East Wind, aren’t you? Never mind. There’s not much time. I needed… to warn you that this case… this hotel… isn’t what it seems. Get out while you still can. I respect and admire you and your work… and wish you all the best in finding your happiness. But, Conan-kun…"
There are three seconds of silence, then a sigh.
"…by the time you get this, I’ll be missing- just like the others. Please… if I could beg you one favor, one last request… pertaining to Kaitou Kid. I know that you’re the only one who can catch him. But when you do, please… protect him. Keep him safe, as a personal favor to me. He may be a thief, but he… he has his reasons. Trust me.
”Thank you… good luck… stay safe. Je t’aime, mon collègue. Au revoir.”
“Ah, Takagi-keiji, I just wanted to let you know that the situation is now under control… We were able to disarm the bomb successfully and the gunmen have been subdued. Although we’re still hoping for some backup to deal with the ‘pickup’ for down town, we’ve changed the status of the hostage situation from ‘at will’ to ‘stand down.’ This means that you can tell my father – if you’re still at the office – that yes, I will be there for lunch. Thanks, Takagi-keiji… we’ll get coffee again soon, ne?"
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“And he wonders why I love him… why I want to protect him… Why I believe in him.”
“From… journalists outside of London, now? Honestly I… how did they all get my email address?”
“Ah- thank you… it’s so nice to know that I do have some support. I can handle the letters, though; that’s what I’ve a shredder for, yes?”
“Kuroba-kun…” Static. “Kai-” A shuddering breath. “P-please… They-”
The detective coughed, the sound wet and strangled.
“They know who you are… you have… to… hu… huh…” More static. Gasping. “Tch… I.. love… ha…”
Silence.
More static. A sigh.
Click.