Shiho ran all the way back to her apartment after she left the coffee shop. Was Shinichi Kudo the high school detective Gin wanted to kill? Gin and Belmot were always talking about killing a high school detective. Was it Shinichi Kudo? She wasn¡¦t sure, but she knew she didn¡¦t want Shinichi to die. If he died, she would never find out about herself. Plus, he had been so nice to her. He had sounded really concerned about her. She reached her apartment and pulled open the door to find Gin, Belmot and Vodka sitting in the living room. They were all smoking, and a full ashtray lay on the table, almost overflowing with cigarette butts.
¡§ Stop that! I hate that smell.¡¨ Shiho yelled as she closed the door. She made sure the door was locked, and then turned around to face the three people sitting in her living room. Gin and Vodka ignored her and continued smoking, but Belmot reached in her purse and pulled out an unopened package of cigarettes. She offered them to Shiho.
¡§ Would you like one, Sherry?¡¨ she asked with an amused expression on her face. She smiled at Shiho, and then started to unwrap the cigarettes.
¡§ I don¡¦t want one. What are you doing here?¡¨ Shiho demanded, looking at Gin, Vodka and Belmot. She could sense that they were planning something, and she didn¡¦t want to be part of their plan.
¡§ We¡¦ll talk about that later. I have to talk to Belmot first. Anyway, haven¡¦t we taught you not to question the actions of your elders?¡¨ Gin scowled at Shiho, then removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. Shiho coughed and went to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of water. Gin turned back to Belmot, who was still wearing the amused expression on her face.
¡§ You¡¦ll never believe who I saw today. I saw that meddlesome detective, Shinichi Kudo.¡¨ Gin crowed.¡¨ I should have killed him, but there were too many people on the streets.¡¨ Gin smashed what was left of his cigarette into the ashtray angrily. Vodka grinned and nodded.
¡§ Don¡¦t worry, Gin. Why don¡¦t you leave him to me? I can take care of him.¡¨ Belmot declared as she reached into her purse for her lighter, preparing to light another cigarette.
¡§ No!¡¨ Shiho screamed. There was a crash as the glass cup she was holding crashed to the floor. Glass shards littered the floor, and water was all over her feet, but she wasn¡¦t aware of it. ¡§ Leave him alone.¡¨ She cried as she rushed back to the living room.
Gin, Belmot and Vodka shared a nervous glance. Belmot frowned and raised one eyebrow. Gin fingered the gun in his pocket and looked intently at Shiho. The blood drained from Vodka¡¦s face, and his mouth was slightly open.
¡§ Sherry, do you know who Shinichi Kudo is?¡¨ Gin demanded.
¡§ Yes, Gin, I met him on the street today. Please don¡¦t kill him, he¡¦d never hurt anyone.¡¨ Shiho begged, not understanding why Gin, Vodka and Belmot wanted Shinichi dead.
¡§ Did he tell you anything?¡¨ Belmot asked sharply.
¡§ No.¡¨ Shiho replied, surprised at Belmot¡¦s harsh tone. Belmot had never spoken to her this way before. Belmot and Gin sigh in relief when they learn that Shiho has learned nothing from Shinichi.
¡§ Why do you want to kill him? What has he done wrong? Why must he die?¡¨ tears started running down her cheeks, and Shiho dabbed at them with her sleeve. ¡§ I don¡¦t understand.¡¨
¡§ Come on, now. Haven¡¦t we always taken care of you? We know what¡¦s best for you. If you don¡¦t hurt others, they¡¦ll hurt you. You don¡¦t have to understand, we do. I¡¦d rather hurt all the other people in the world a hundred times than have them hurt me. We¡¦re doing what¡¦s best for you.¡¨ Belmot told the crying girl. The sharpness in her voice was gone, and she sounded kind and caring.
¡§ How will I benefit from Shinichi Kudo¡¦s death?¡¨ Shiho shouted. ¡§ Please, leave him alone.¡¨
¡§ You won¡¦t benefit, but we will.¡¨ Belmot thought. Before she could answer Shiho¡¦s question, Gin started talking.
¡§ You don¡¦t want us to kill him, do you, Sherry?¡¨ Gin sneered as Shiho shook her head. He grinned evilly at Belmot and Vodka before turning back to Shiho. Shiho looked at Gin hopefully, thinking that they won¡¦t kill Shinichi after all.
¡§ You won¡¦t kill him? Thank you, Gin!¡¨ Shiho started to smile. Vodka gaped at Gin and Shiho. Belmot crossed her arms coolly and turned to face Gin. Gin threw his head back and laughed loudly. He laughed for a long time, until Vodka asked him what he was laughing at.
¡§ We won¡¦t kill him Sherry, we won¡¦t.¡¨ Gin repeated. He laughed again, and then pulled out the gun in his pocket.
¡§ Shoot him, Sherry.¡¨ He threw the gun over to Shiho, and it clattered to the ground beside her. Vodka grinned; Belmot retained her cool expression.
¡§ I won¡¦t! I can¡¦t!¡¨ Shiho kicked the gun across the room, and it bounced harmlessly against a chair.
¡§ We won¡¦t tolerate this type of behavior, Sherry. We¡¦ve brought you up, and we won¡¦t let a stupid detective ruin you. I can¡¦t imagine what¡¦s wrong with you. What would your parents think? They would be so disappointed.¡¨ Gin said icily as he, Belmot and Vodka walked toward the door. ¡§ Oh, yes, and have that research done next time we come by.¡¨ He told her as he closed the door.
¡§ Do you think she¡¦ll so it, Gin?¡¨ Vodka asked.
¡§ Of course she will, that fool thinks we¡¦ve raised her and cared for her. And she wouldn¡¦t want to disappoint her parents.¡¨ Belmot announced. ¡§ Anyway, that detective should be a stranger to her. Why shouldn¡¦t she?¡¨
Shiho waited until the door closed completely, then picked up the ashtray and threw it as hard as she could at the door.