The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Had the investigation team already stopped receiving phone calls?
Are they that close to finding him?
A speck of doubt entered the caller's mind. She shook her head. Of course they wouldn't stop receiving phone calls; they had kept the line open for such a long time. She tucked away the fringe she had falling into her face. She stared at the display of her phone.
Five times.
"Hello?" an unsure voice answered at the other side of the telephone. The insecurity in the voice made the caller doubt that she was calling the right number. She debated silently in her mind and tried to remember the numbers she had dialed and the number she had dialed so many times before, and she tried comparing them in her mind. Maybe she mixed up one and four
"Excuse me, is there anyone there?" now the voice sounded a lot more confident, and she was certain that she now had the right number. "Yes, sorry about that," she paused for a second to look at the notebook in front of her. The newest facts that had come to her mind were written down in the notebook. She had an idea where Kira might be, and although she expected the investigation team and L to know his whereabouts, she needed a way to confirm her suspicions.
"Kira is somewhere in the Kanto region, and I suspect that he's a young male, maybe the son of a criminal," she said, adding the last two statements for fun- she didn't suspect that Kira was the son of a criminal seeing that his sense of justice seems to be more like he had been raised to believe that criminals were bad, or something similar. And the idea of Kira being a young male was just a thought she had been playing around with in her mind.
"How'd you get this information?" the voice on the other line asked, sounding a bit excited. She smiled; the person on the other line always seemed to ask that when she had a right fact among the ones she had given away. "It was just a bit of research, I know about the broadcast being only in Kanto- that was easy to find out while having family in other regions," she paused, the word 'family' pained her with memories. Thanks to Kira she now had no family, and that made her even more dedicated to finding out who Kira is.
"I'm going to find Kira, and I will bring him to justice no matter what," she hissed, not ever meaning to let the person on the other line hearing what she had been thinking. She heard a faint click on the line.
'great, he hung up.'
She thought, scolding herself for letting those words slip her mouth. Before she was able to hang up the phone, she was surprised to hear a voice. She looked at the phone in disbelief. He didn't hang up? She thought, pulling the phone back up to her ear. "What did you say?" she asked, curiously.
"So you think Kira is a young male and the son of a criminal?" the unfamiliar voice asked her. The fact that she hadn't heard the voice startled her. The ones who answered the phone were usually just three guys, always the same ones. She was one to get stuck to routine.
"Who is this?" she snapped, not wanting to say anything to someone who was even the slightest bit unfamiliar. There was even a possibility that the person was Kira- and that he'd been working with the police all along. That caused her mind to work out another fact that she thought could be true about Kira.
"that is something you don't need to know," the voice replied dryly. She let a small sigh slip from her lips. She could hear a faint voice in the background, but she couldn't tell what it was saying. She looked at the timer on her phone.
3:14
three minutes and fourteen seconds. Her eyes widened. Was her call being traced? The silence in between spoken words must've been a lot longer than she had thought. "Are you tracing this call?" she asked after a few seconds. She could almost imagine the voice on the other end nodding.
"You've been calling here a lot, last time you called here was four days ago, in total you have called thirty two times, sometimes with useful information regarding the Kira case, or at least within our suspicion also, and sometimes with useless information, and all your calls have been shorter than a minutes-" before the voice on the other line got to say anything more, she hung up. She looked at the time.
4:16.
She had stayed on a little too long.
If that man had been Kira, she didn't want to take a chance of him finding her. She decided that as soon as she got her stuff together, she was moving to another hotel. She picked up the notebook in front of her, the one where she kept her Kira facts. There were many pages of facts, some which had been crossed out and a few which had circles around them. Those were facts which were wrong and facts she was skeptical of. Then there were facts which were just plainly written, the ones she believed in.
She wrote a new addition to her fact collection.
'Kira might have a figure connection to them in authority position, or might even be in on themselves. Maybe a politician, police officer or anything along those lines,'