Murder
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Saguru knew it was too late long before they reached the gallery where they found the remains of the thief versus detective showdown. He knew was too late even as he slipped over oil, and dodged mice, and vowed to bring Watson in for a nice hunt and dinner.
So, as it was, when he and Hattori stumbled into the far west art gallery and saw what Kid had left for them to discover, Saguru really wasn't surprised. That didn't mean he was ready for what he saw.
Because who really expected to find that Kid had created massive version of his trademark caricature on one wall out of duct tape? Or that he'd had the audacity to tape a certain undersized detective in place of the usual monocle charm?
Saguru forgot himself enough to gape.
Hattori swore, loudly and with such a viciousness that Saguru almost wondered if Nakamori-keibu had joined them.
Edogawa stirred, eyes blinking open blearily. He seemed to take in his situation, then gave a shout of mixed surprise and rage before his eyes narrowed into a glare that spelled bloody murder behind his glasses.
Saguru could practically see the death, destruction, and mayhem promised in that glare.
Hattori sighed loudly and darted across the hall, "C'mon! Help me get'em down!"
Saguru swallowed the urge to start laughing, because really, this was kind of funny, and pasted the blandest look on his face he could manage. Calmly he walked across the room while lifting the radio from his pocket and letting the Task Force know they'd found Kid's exit point, as well as Edogawa.