“It is fine.” He pulled up and, following their gestures, drove to the garage. It was unusual compared to what he’d seen (even with the Kudou house), but he didn’t wish to comment on the lavishness of the location. Aside from that, he parked his car and grabbed the stew.
A man in a uniform, likely one of the security guard had him follow him to wherever it was Hakuba was in this place. As they walked, Subaru took in what he could. The security guards could be fine for dealing with lower level criminals, but higher-level crime syndicate would get through them with ease. Regardless, it was wisest to hear the entire situation first before going off to his hiding spot to retrieve his rifle.
It took a few minutes to get from the garage, down the wide marble-floored hallway, and into the parlor, but Hakuba was there to greet them at the door.
“Ah, Subaru-san. Thank you for coming.” The detective turned his attention to the security guard next, giving them a nod. “Thank you for escorting my client; it’s a relief that I can still get some work done during all of this… honestly.”
The guard nodded in turn, then took his leave with a “Yes, sir."
Hakuba then led the way into the unoccupied room, and waited to close the door once Subaru entered. There was a billiard table, card table and chairs, couches, flat screen tv – all as excessive and lavish as the rest of the house had been. But at least they were alone.
"Sorry about that; if they think you’re my client they won’t pay us any attention. Please, come in, take a seat… I’ll get bowls and things from the wet bar.”