Mouri and Inspector Megure were discussing the scene from inside the apartment away from prying ears. Conan figured it was to keep him from getting in the way, though from what he heard it was nothing more than what he had already figured out. Instead, he focused his attention towards the current line of questioning towards the woman who was still shocked, though now she was on her feet.
"Ma'am, what's your name?" Detective Takagi asked, beginning his line of questioning towards the woman as the ambulance pulled away with the man in it. He was using a gentle voice with the distressed woman. One of his gifts was being able to talk with witnesses calmly or sternly when needed, and was more than capable of being able to determine what tone to use at what times.
"It's Kamiya Misaki," she responded, voice was shaky and weak.
"When did Hironaka-san contact you?"
"He called me this morning and said that he wanted to talk. Apparently he had something important that he needed to talk to me about and that he wanted to explain what happened between us, not that there was much to explain."
"Did he end the relationship with you?"
"No, I ended it with him. He wasn't the type to stay committed to one woman. I wanted something more, so I walked away. Honestly, I didn't really care about what he had to say. He still had some of my things here and I wanted them back. That's the reason that I came today. "
As he took a moment to write this down, he felt himself receive a message on his phone and looked to see that it was Ran. Shinichi! We need to talk soon. I miss you...
He flushed, always slightly embarrassed when she would be even the slightest bit vulnerable to him, and put his phone back into his pocket quickly. He had hoped that no one saw his fluctuation in mood; but he wasn't that lucky. Haibara caught the look and walked over, disapproval in here eyes.
"Who was that Edogawa-kun?" she asked, though it seemed like she may already know. "Normally, you wouldn't get so flustered in the middle of a case."
"Shut up."
She snickered. "Anyway, what were you going to tell me earlier?"
"I was thinking about the antidote, but it can wait until we're alone."
She nodded, saying not more.
"How long ago did the relationship end?" asked, bringing his attention back to the case.
"A month or so."
"And he was already deceased when you arrived."
"Apparently," she snapped, an off look flashing over her eyes. As though realizing her mistake, she quickly changed the look to fear, tearing up a bit. "I didn't know that he was dead. It's not like I checked his vital signs. I saw him on the floor and I yelled while trying to get out of there as fast as I could. The children here can confirm that."
Was it my imagination that she was angry? Is it because she is being questioned as a suspect? Something
Ayumi moved towards Misaki, hand outstretched in an attempt to comfort her.
"Don't be mean to her, Takagi-san!" she shouted, very defensive of the kind looking woman. She then moved in front of her before finishing, "She's been through a lot. Just be nice to her."
Mitsuhiko and Genta both joined Ayumi in front of the woman, creating a small, protective barrier around her. The woman smiled softly attempting to convey gratitude towards the child, but something seemed off about the look. Instead of seeing someone that was thankful to have someone defending her, it was a look of smugness. It was only for a split second, but it was there. She looked pleadingly at the detective, who gave a slight nod and went back towards the inspector.
"Ma'am, how did you get into the apartment today?" Conan inquired. It was one of the questions that the detective and inspector had yet to ask her. Inspector Megure heard him and seemed suddenly interested. "Was the door unlocked? It didn't seem like you had to force your way in."
Mouri walked over, chested puffed a little out. "I told you not to interfere with this!" he said, shoving Conan out to the way.
"It was locked when I got here," she answered, looking at him despite him now being further away. "I asked the landlady to open the door for me so I could wait inside. She remembered me and let me in at once."
Maybe it wasn't her...
