It had been a very long and difficult day for the detective, traipsing all over Osaka in an attempt to find that bloody brute of a detective, but he hadn’t had any luck thus far. Other than, of course, trailing Toyama Kazuha, whom he followed with dogged determination. Even when she tried to slip by him, he managed to keep track of her movements, and soon stepped up behind her in the busy mall, around the column where she probably thought she was safe, and whispered into her ear. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. Now, where is Hattori-kun?”