Kurohoshi Agency
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"The two murdered women," Sawakita placed a stack of notes on the desk, "Shared a similarity,"
He looked up, "They were both the mistresses of the gang leader, Iwago."
Mitsui sat up, "So you are implying that their deaths might be related to Iwago, somehow?"
"Hai," Sawakita nodded, "It could be a job done by the jealous wife, to be more specific, the killers that the wife hired, or that the women knew too much… stuff… and they had to be eliminated."
"It made sense, yes," Sendoh fingered his chin, "But why mutilate the bodies? Why send the police the notes and the eh…souvenir?"
"That's right, it sounded like someone who murdered to gratify their perverted desires, and they or he or whatever wanted to challenge the police," Mitsui scowled, "Pass the cookie jar, please."
"We'll need the police on this," Sendoh took the cookie jar and passed it to Mitsui, "Get them to issue a warrant of arrest to investigate Iwago first,"
"Okay, I'll call Akagi now, oh, where is Rukawa?" Sawakita paused at the door.
"In the toilet," Came the two other voices in unison.
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"Jennie and Mary?" Iwago leaned back in the chair, a look of insolence on his harsh features, "For all I know, they are dead, right?"
"Yes, and sit up, I don't need your gang manners around here," Growled Akagi, "Where were you on the 21st of September, from 3 am to 6 am?" That was approximately the time when Jennie was murdered.
"Last Saturday? I was in the mob headquarters, sleeping." He sneered, "Want to get alibi? The whole lot of them can verify for me,"
Akagi frowned, taking down notes, "Where were you, two days ago, at around 2 am to 5 am?"
"I was in Osaka, enjoying the warmth of hot springs," Iwago tilted his head impertinently, "I just came back this morning and was arrested. Can I go now?"
The inspector cleared his throat, "Yes,"
"So much for wasting my time," Iwago flung the door open and swaggered out.
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"He had all the alibi and…shit, it's no use, he could easily hire somebody to do the dirty job for him, and people in the gang would gladly cover everything up for him," Mitsui flopped on the sofa, "What now?"
"Keep an eye on him," Rukawa muttered, "And preferably, go undercover."
Sendoh sat up in interest, "Cool, I love going undercover," He grinned.
"Not you," The raven-haired man eyed him critically, "Sawakita and Mitsui will go instead, and you know what to do,"
"Yeah, sit in the agency, taking calls, and jotting down notes," Sendoh sighed, "Why can't I go?"
"You'll probably take everything as a game and lose us our time," Mitsui laughed, "Okay, Sawakita, let's get down to planning."
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