For once, Hakuba confuses the Kaitou Kid. Too bad he'll never know.
Kid cursed quietly, marking off the snipers' locations in his mind. "They just had to show up on the night Aoko and Tantei-kun are here," the thief muttered.
Beside him, Reed glanced down at his phone. "Hakuba says there's one to the south - the building across the street."
Kid's mouth twitched. "I still can't believe you've got Tantei-san on sniper watch."
"Hey, it wasn't my idea." Reed shrugged. "He volunteered."
"And then you gave him your number."
"Exactly~!"
Kid shook his head. "And they call me crazy."
Reed pulled his hood back, giving his partner a serious look. "Don't forget, he saved your life."
". . . I know." Kid did know; that didn't mean he understood. Hakuba was a rival, a critic - someone for the Kid to taunt as he ran rings around the police. The detective wasn't supposed to watch his back, and he definitely wasn't supposed to put on Reed's cloak to draw off a pack of shooters.
As Kid, he was wary and a bit suspicious. As Kaito, he was confused. And just maybe, the part of him not ruled by detective/sniper-induced paranoia was feeling relieved.
Kid forced his thoughts to other things. It was a subject worth thinking about, but not now. Because right now was . . .
"Showtime," he whispered with a daredevil grin.