"So, what can you tell me about this 'Meitantei' Mori?"
"The very definition of the word incompetent. He'll accept the planted information as fact no problem."
"Excellent" the man almost purred.
His informant gulped. "We do, er, have a couple of problems though." He gulped again "The daughter, Jazz, has hired a very competent lawyer for her father. One Eri Kisaki."
The man waved his hand dismissedly. "If she's competent she'll have made a few enemies. No one will be too surprised if something…unfortunate were to happen to her."
"I've already chartered a local yakuza for that. Cash transaction, nothing that can be connected to you in any way."
The man nodded, "And our other problem?"
"The…The boy named Conan. He's the brains behind Mori, the one who really solves all his cases. In fact we believe he may actually be Shinichi Kudo. An incredibly skilled teenage detective who mysteriously disappear-"
His employer cut him off. "It doesn't matter, he'll be dealt with all the same." He gave a barely perceptible nod to a large figure in the corner, who bowed and vanished. Another nod to his informant told the man he was dismissed. As soon as he was out the door two shots rang out.
The man grinned to himself. There was something so satisfying about tying up loose ends. He then turned himself to a photo of a woman with brown hair and violet eyes. "Soon Maddie. Soon that idiotic oaf will be spending the rest of his life in jail and you'll realize what a mistake you made in marrying him. I'm so much better for you than him. Soon Maddie, all the waiting will be over. Soon, you'll belong to me…"
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"I don't like this Jazz. Plasmius never killed before"
"That we know of, " came the reply over the cell phone. "Let's face it, he's been doing the villain schtick for twenty years and we've only been paying attention for the last two."
"Thanks Jazz, I feel loads better" said Danny sarcastically. He sighed and dodged a bird that almost flew through his head. "How are things with the lawyer?"
"Great. Kisaki-san thinks she can get Dad out of jail by tomorrow morning. How are the police doing?"
"Lousy. The inspector in charge is an idiot and the detective he hired on is even worse. And then there's Conan."
"Who?"
"Someone I met at the crime scene. I think, he was the detectives son. I got his name from tailing the inspector." Danny sighed again. "It was like he could see right through everything I was saying. Like he would just look at me and know everything about Phantom and Plasmius."
"The detectives son? How old was he? Sixteen?"
"Seven, maybe eight."
"…"
"What?"
"I think your getting a tad paranoid, little brother."
Danny was about to retort when a wisp of blue smoke came out his mouth, "Ghost Trouble. I gotta go." Danny Phantom clicked off the cell phone and flew towards where he thought the trouble was.
"Paranoid, HA. Just means I'm catching on..."
"Are you okay Conan? You're awfully quiet today." Noticed Ran, her arms filled with groceries for tonight's dinner.
"I guess" said the not-child, clutching a smaller grocery bag. (wasn't it so sweet, thought the grocery clerk, how much he wanted to help his neechan)
"You're worried about the case aren't you?" Ran smiled, "Don't be. Dad'll figure it out in no time"
The old man's stupid enough to think that post-it note means Fenton's guilty. I don't like this, not one bit. The evidence doesn't conflict with itself, it conflicts with reality! Every clue points to the murder being impossible. Ghosts don't exist! Unbidden the memory of the empty alley where Daniel Fenton should have been filled his mind.
There are not such things as ghosts. There are not such things as ghosts. There are not such things as ghosts. There are… Conan was suddenly aware of Ran stopping dead beside him.
Standing in front of them was a…man? He seemed to made of metal. With a fiery green Mohawk.
"Stand aside wench. I only want the child."
$SS$
Kirril: Actually I'm surprised this is the first. The fandoms overlap a lot. I also really respect your self control . I'm thinking of doing a regualr FF.N update of Fridays and Wensdays.
Elipse(wouldn't let me get away with typing the symbol): No fears about continuing. At bare minimum you'll get 15 chapters out of this story
SN 1987A:
starfruit-22: Thanks, I'll need it (serious computer problems when working on chapter 15)
tolazytologin: Thanks. Hope it continues tomeet your expectation.
Firefly4000:Your wish is my command # winks#
Kage Jaganshi: Someone mentioned htat on livejournal too. This isn't one of Danny's flashes of anger, this is a lot deeper - kind of a slow boiling anger. Plasmius has definetly crossed the line. -he just picked the wrong place to do it
Sharmaine: Glad to have you aboard! Plasmius is pretty much doomed...
Sharmaine: As far as I now, this is the first. And I do perfer the orginal Japanese. While Rachel and Jimmy aren't so bad, Harley Hartwell and Mace Fuller are eye-roll worthy.And I confess to breaking out in a giggle fit whenever I hear Takagi referred to as "Detective Wilder".
