Disclaimer: Was Detective Conan or Magic Kaitô in my possession, I would most probably be filthy rich now. And I would have continued Magic Kaitô – the Manga and the Anime series a looong time ago. Seeing as it isn't, I didn't do that. And I'm not rich (yet). Nevertheless, the Anime series definitely got a different design than the first (or even the most recent) Detective Conan episodes had, so I'm happy. It suits the charm of the anime series and I like it. Please keep doing what you have been & don't sue me for playing around with your characters and settings a bit, Aoyama-san!
14:12 and a pro?
Cut your way through on the 13th January.
The information will be in the 5 o'clock detective's ride through darkness.
It wasn't signed. His eyes pivoted back to the small white piece of paper innocently sitting on the only table of the secret room for the fifth time since he got home. He'd been in the middle of a heist when he had found a note attached to his cape, and it was a mystery how it had gotten there. Neither Tantei-san, nor Tantei-kun had attended, it was just a normal run-of-the-mill heist, nothing special there. The note was the only curiosity he'd been able to pick up during his performance there – it most certainly hadn't been there before the heist began, thought it was possible that a policeman during one of the dog piles could have stuck it to his cape. It was easy to think of that as a possible explanation once he considered the number of those that evening.
He hadn't even immediately known that the note was stuck onto his cape, only when he had paused briefly in the little niche between two grand statues (he'd been running from one end of the museum from which he'd stolen to the other, with small breaks in hidden alcoves in-between) did he notice it. The sender was probably still in the area, he'd figured, though he might not find him. He'd run a few detours, checking the sloped rooftops and the police cars from out of the windows, but there was no one leaving the premises (as far as he saw) and via walkie-talkie the officers hadn't reported anyone else entering either. (beside him, of course)
It left the question of "who" wide open, of course. It didn't make sense to search more – the culprit must have been a police man (or at least disguised as such) and if he could get in undetected, he'd get out, too, save for him checking every single officer there was single-handedly during that one evening, in the hopes of catching someone. That maneuver was rendered moot when he considered a) the number of attending cops and b) the chance of him actually catching the "inside help".
And he hadn't seen anyone else but policemen that evening, too, so an outsider as the culprit was out of the question, either. It, however, brought up the question of just how far Snake's men had infiltrated the police. Snake, after all, was the only person he could think of to do such a thing in this underhanded manner. That was a worrying development that he should have foreseen a long time ago. It was still shocking for him when he got proof of that in form of the oh-so-annoying note pinned to his cape by way of duct tape. Of course it was a wonder it hadn't fallen off in the meantime.
He sighed in defeat. Working out the ways in which the police might or might not be infiltrated didn't help him figure out just where the bloody hell they want to meet up with him or how the hell he was supposed to figure it out. What ride were they talking about? What did they mean by "cut your way through"? A ride through darkness, a ride through darkness. A tunnel, maybe? By car? There were about ten million tunnels in Tokyo! Kaito's head turned towards the note again. A detective's ride at 5 o'clock? And one through darkness, moreover? The teenager-turned-thief was going at it the wrong way, he knew. There was something more in there. There had to be!
14:12 was obvious, he thought. It was a challenge. As though it hadn't been obvious just who it was for when the note was stuck onto his cape, no, they had to address him personally within the note, as well. 1412, really now? Hadn't they been able to think of anything more suave-sounding, like "To the Moonlight Thief called Kaitô Kid" or something the like? But it wasn't signed. Wearily he closed his eyes. That would be because he already knew who the most likely candidate to pin him such a note would be. Of course. No one else would think to give him such a crude message. It didn't hold a thing to the riddles his own heist notes were written in or a riddle from Tantei-san would present should he think of one. And he would figure this one out. Having found new encouragement, he faced the piece of paper with a strong, determined stare. Kaitô Kid wouldn't lose.
AN: Hint needed? Or do my patiently waiting readers manage to figure it out on their own?