Dim:
The lighting of the area had gotten considerably dimmer when the proper arrests had been made. The teenager had been right. It was murder. Granted, a very clever and risky one, but a murder nonetheless. And all the innocent victims that had died as a result of the wreck? Apparently, they were not as innocent as they seemed.
The brunette teenager with intense blue eyes had introduced himself as a detective. A detective who had, after only a few short hours, seen a connection in all of the people that had been killed in the crash. They all had something to do with a crooked real-estate ring making fraudulent sales and purchases of homes with intent to bankrupt the poor fools who had managed to find themselves in their trap.
They had been invited to celebrate by a new client who saw potential in their little 'business'. They had been told to come by specifically colored and modeled cars, and be at a specific area at a certain time so that they would be easily recognizable amongst the tourists coming down for vacations.
In total there should have been four cars. Three that seated two passengers and one that was meant for only the driver. The seven who had been invited had only been able to get three of the cars specified, the last car having been accidently rented by the Sohma family hours earlier. Then, at the specified time, the four cars found themselves nearing the inn where they would be staying. When their line had been visible by one of the inn's windows, they had all received a phone call.
That one phone call had been the start of the entire thing. The detective was able to retrieve one of the phones that had not been damaged in the crash whose owner had a habit of recording all of his calls. The last one had a decidedly terrifying assortment of screams that must have left him panicked enough to lose control of his car. It could only be assumed that the others had had similar sounds blaring in their ear at the same times, causing a panic suitable enough to spread chaos in the cramped vehicles. From there it was only a matter of having them lose control in an area where only four cars could have entered at one time, meaning that only they would have been trapped in such a dangerous space.
The Sohma family had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a stroke of bad luck that could have cost them their lives. The detective had named a recipient of one of the victim's frauds as the killer, who had planned and executed the whole thing from her hotel room, and later saw her taken off in handcuffs.
Kyo could hardly believe it.
Yuki was equally surprised. "How did he do that?"
Kyo shook his head. "I don't know, but I'm actually impressed."