I bet we’re all curious to know- what was your very first case as a detective? Did you solve it?

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“Ah, there’s some debate with that, as I was always ‘solving’ cases from a young age, whether there were mysteries to solve or not. I do recall the first case in which I assisted, but my name was not involved in the official paperwork, so I won’t mention that here. Rest assured, it resulted in a successful arrest. 

"The first official case in which I was actually named was one of a serial bank robber. I was fourteen, still short and ‘squeaky,’ having not yet "lost my spots,” as my mum would say, and recovering from some time in the hospital at home in front of the telly. Much of the time was spent watching movies and catching up on series that I’d been neglecting, but the rest of the time was dedicated to the news… which is how I caught the inconsistencies being presented about a serial bank robbery case.

“I find it fascinating how the different media groups will present the same information in completely different lights. Spin doctors, every one of them. It makes it difficult for the lay person to follow any particular story with complete accuracy, especially as they’ll usually stick to the newscaster that best represents their own bias. 

"This is why I tend to switch between all channels, gathering bits and pieces of story in an attempt to compose a more complete version of the story from the differing viewpoints. Adding in research from the internet and some additional phone calls, as well as my own personal experience with the layout of London, I was able to catch on to a handful of startling things that were being missed or misrepresented in the reports… and so called Scotland Yard.

"Of course, they weren’t interested in listening to a young boy with his theories, though the receptionist did take my information down – or at least pretended that she was. I tried to contact them several more times, but was met with nothing but red tape. So, I did what any young detective would do, and left home on my bicycle, took three buses and then the tube up to Scotland Yard, and snuck in to yell at the police chief, myself. And I did, for the better part of ten minutes, with flushed face, clenched fists, and about every colorful word I could think, expressing my frustration. 

"Looking back on it, I’m somewhat mortified at my conduct, but of course Mr. Hale decided to humor me and listen – such a splendid man – took notes, allowed me to point out the fallacies on which the police were operating under, and… to my surprise, he called in his team and asked me to explain it again.”

“Long story short, my observations were instrumental in proactively circumventing the crime spree, and all of the culprits were arrested without further complication. Chief Hale commended me in an interview and gave a strong PSA about trusting what you see on the telly, suggesting that everyone ought to give critical thinking a try. 

"From then on, I was welcome in Scotland Yard as a sort of honorary detective, and it wasn’t long before they began calling me to help with some particularly difficult cases. I ended up becoming an intern there… probably for tax reasons, though they liked to joke that I didn’t quite have Sherlock Holmes’ ‘consulting detective’ status yet." 

Hakaba, was there a case you had the was completely messed up? Before you met Kaito Kid because he’s a case all on his own.

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“Frankly, I’m insulted that you would insinuate that I have ‘messed up’ on the Kaitou Kid case, as I have not. It is still open and being investigated. Further, the fact that I haven’t taken action with the case, despite having all of the evidence that I need, should indicate that there are reasons for me to withhold at present.”

"As for ‘completely messed up’ – oh, do you mean that the case itself was particularly odd? Oh. Oh. That changes things. Hm.”

"I would have to say the case of the cannibalistic butcher would have to rank up in my top five at least. He was such an angry old man…”

In your mind, what is the strangest case you have ever come across and why?

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“Once, in a little village just outside of London, a woman had me come to investigate a case with her cat. It was a long-haired white Persian with one of the most distinctive — and annoying meows that I’ve ever heard. Anyway, she called me in tears because someone had dyed her cat a striking, electric blue color. 

"And this wasn’t the first time it had happened, either. Before it had been purple, a month before that it had been a ghastly green. The woman showed me her old (recycled) calendar to point out the dates, and begged me to help her, claiming that her heart couldn’t take it any more.

"So look into it I did, met the cat, spoke to the neighbors, took down information, snapped several photographs, and bid my farewell, saying that I would return in a handful of weeks. The woman, confused, told me that she was so disappointed in her hopeful Holmes, but ultimately decided to trust me. 

"During the three or so weeks that I was back in town, I consulted with local vets and animal behaviorists, and returned as promised to find the cat brilliant shade of crimson. With the woman’s permission (after a full disclosure, though she was reluctant to agree), I whisked the cat away to the veterinarian and had her fixed.

"It seems that the neighbors had grown tired of the cat’s calls while she was in heat, particularly as she would scale the walls and prowl through their gardens and howl. The woman, sweet old bag that she was, had lost a great deal of her hearing in her age, and hadn’t noticed… nor paid any mind to the complaints. They had, as it happened, fallen upon (nearly) deaf ears. 

"Once the cat recovered, the dyeing ceased, and the cat remained a brilliant white – and is still is to this day. They had only used flavor-aid packets for temporary color, anyway, and the cat was just fine, which is why the woman didn’t bother pressing charges. In fact, she apologized to everyone on the block and had me deliver cookies from the local bakery as an olive branch.

"Not one of the most dangerous cases, I must say, but very strange indeed. I almost felt like I was more a James Herriot than a Sherlock Holmes, which was a treat in and of itself!"