Getting all mixed up in a case out of nowhere wasn't new to Kaito anymore.
And if he was honest about it, well, it was a bit fun working with Shinichi like they do whenever someone died in the middle of their lunch date, or chasing after escaped suspects.
Some of their friends and acquaintances were highly entertained by the spectacle the magician and the detective presented when the two conducted interrogations.
Though now Megure-keibu won't allow him inside Division I without a proper patdown to ensure he wasn't toting any portable fireworks like last time.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was that Shinichi was yelling at him for giving the wrong directions.
"I thought you knew how to read a map!" She screamed over the screech of wheels.
"I do! How was I supposed to know the city was doing roadwork!" He retorted, choking on the acrid miasma of gas fumes and burning rubber, intently focusing on the map laid out on his lap.
Shinichi tugged onto the steering wheel hard, the left fender of the police cruiser veering dangerously on one side.
"We have to cut wind resistance." Kaito decided, unable to devise an alternate route that could bring them closer to their speeding quarry.
"I am not going to drive like my mother!"
But in the end, Kaito spotted an alleyway not on the map which led them straight into the street that would allow them to cut off the kidnapper and all was well and Kaito was still forgiven for his slight miscalculation since no one else could play at being Shinichi's navigator while she drove the car vertically.