They had managed to snatch a four-seater booth on the train.
Detective Mouri sat across from them, staring intently at them.
"I just don't see why you had to come," Kaito practically whined.
Aoko jabbed him with her elbow.
Mouri glared at him.
"I am -not- letting two teenagers handle this themselves.
Now tell me the whole story so that I can help."
Aoko sighed.
There was no way around this, was there?
She was going to have to confess that the statue was stolen, and -
Kaito answered for her.
"Aoko was at the KID heist on Friday.
When she was there, KID must have put the statue in her bag or something -"
Wait what?
"- and she didn't notice until she got home.
She didn't know what to do with it, and then when she accidentally lost it at Tropical Land she panicked."
This wasn't how it went at all.
She looked at Kaito curiously.
Why was he making all this up?
"We went looking for it the next day, but you had apparently already taken it home.
That's why we went to you."
Mouri thought about this for a moment.
"But that doesn't explain the kidnapping situation you two got yourselves into."
Aoko took this over.
"When I got back home last night, there was a note saying that I had to give the statue to this person.
They kidnapped my dad and told me I had thirty six hours to call them."
Mouri looked like he was going to explode.
"AND YOU DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE AT THIS POINT?!"
Kaito sweatdropped.
"Well, you see, if we had called they would've thought that -we- stole the statue -"
"THAT DOESN'T MATTER!
NEXT TIME CALL THE POLICE!"
They stayed silent for the rest of the ride.

Aoko's house was only a couple of blocks from the train station, so they decided to just walk.
Aoko made them pick the pace up a bit, however, since she was nervous they might miss the "meeting."
Kaito, of course, told her to calm down, that they were going to be a bit late but it'd be all right.
Mouri stayed quiet.
It occurred to all of them simultaneously about halfway into the trek that they hadn't officially introduced themselves.
Mouri coughed.
"So who are you two, anyway?"
"Oh yeah," Kaito mused.
How had they all forgotten about this?
"I'm Kuroba Kaito, and this here is Nakamori Ahoko."
"It's -Aoko-, you baka!"
"Sure, sure," he conceded, hands held up in defeat.
Mouri groaned.
This was getting to be just like Ran and that detective brat.

They reached Aoko's house.
There was a car sitting in her driveway.
There was a car sitting in her driveway which was definitely -not- her dad's car.
Her stomach plummeted and she instantly remembered how dangerous these people probably were.
And then, just how creepy it was that their car was just -sitting there- in her driveway.
She felt sick.
But she had to go into the house.
There was no choice.
She looked at Kaito and he nodded.
It was go time.
All three of them entered.

"You finally showed up," a voice greeted.
It was a different voice than before.
But this voice had a face this time, and a body.
This voice had a brown trenchcoat, and a thick horseshoe mustache.
She looked at the man and studied him for forever.
She wanted to look away but at the same time she didn't.
Kaito, by her side, stiffened noticeably.
So he was on guard.
She saw the gun in the man's hand, and instinctively straightened up as well.
She was -really- on guard, now.