Un unusual heist, for a special theft.

Part Three: Nakamouri is SwEaRiNg again!!!

µInsert here image of a very annoyed Inspector Nakamouri, making his Pipe fume and obviously saying stuff that makes even Conan embarrassed!µ

Traffic was thick at this time of the morning.
Rows of cars filed in one after the other, moving at a sluggish pace. The drivers' anxious expressions gave the pedestrians, who slithered across the street in between the various automobiles, a smug feeling and a smile to begin the day.

Inspector Nakamouri's smug feeling was only emphasized by how little he had to walk from his home to the police station. This was the beginning of another routine day.
He bought his usual paper, exchanged some gossip with the paper boy, and went up the steps to the building.
There he stomped on his tobacco with his routine curse against the official who had made the station a smoke free zone, and opened the door. He waved to the receptionist, and headed for the coffee machine.
His daughter no longer had the time to make any for him in the mornings, so, those days when he decided he needed those five minutes extra sleep, he would put up with the automated brew of the police station to start his day.

Before he had time to settle in his chair with his drink, an officer came towards him.
"Inspector Nakamouri, an urgent message for you!"
"From whom?" he asked irritably. The smell of coffee was all he had in mind, he needed to drink some soon.
"From Hakuba Saguru, Inspector."
"From that detective brat, hey? Alright, give it here. I'll read it as soon as I drink my coffee."
The officer handed him the envelope. He took it, then closed the door to his office while he sat down to sip his hot drink.

He purposefully ignored Hakuba's message. That boy was so full of himself, his message could wait. What could be so urgent coming from him?
He leisurely went through the main stories of his paper, before letting his eyes browse around his office, while he finished his cup.
On the wall he could see his various diplomas, the framed paper clippings of his first few cases. From these stood out most that about the first Kid heist he'd been on. The ghostly figure seemed to smile at him, even though the image had been blown up too many times for it to be distinguishable. It was impressions like these that had often led Nakamouri to think of the thief more as a game opponent than as a criminal. That didn't stop him from wanting to jail him though.
His eyes turned to the picture of his wife, holding their baby daughter. Even now he still found her more beautiful than any other woman, no matter how many years had gone by since her untimely death. He looked side-ways to the more recent picture of his daughter. He smiled with pride, as he noted once again what a beautiful woman she was starting to become.
He scanned the rest of the room quickly before reaching for Hakuba's message.

His hand stopped midair.
'I don't remember any flowers here,' he thought.
He stared at the blue and white bouquet sitting on top of his filing drawers. He got up to take a closer look.
There was a card in amongst the flowers and leaves. He squinted at it. An all too familiar drawing beamed at him.
He suddenly had a bad feeling.

His hand shot back to Hakuba's message. Nakamouri read through the young detective's account of 'Kid's visit'.
The inspector cursed loudly. He displayed the card and paper clipping Hakuba had attached on his desk. He then used a gloved hand to take the card from the intrusive bouquet.
He cursed again, louder.
The kid had included some English text in his riddle. This usually resulted in an even harder riddle than normal.
Nakamouri growled as he read through the Japanese text above the roman letters.
He no longer held back his flow of invectives.

Outside his office door, some officers had gathered, listening in on the commotion Nakamouri was causing.
"He's swearing again," said one.
"Aye. And with much energy I might add," said another.
"We all know what that means," said a third.
In chorus the officers concluded: "It's Kid again."

It was only a matter of seconds before the inspector came out and barked his orders. Today was going to be another busy day.