Duck
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Kogoro had gotten a new client shortly after Conan had come back. Sometimes Conan hated the man for taking all of his credit. He hated how he was forced to hide behind this mask and watch all the cases he'd solved be accredited to a living, breathing, piece of proof that the missing link really was out there.
Maybe he'd let this one alone and see how badly the idiot screwed up before he had to intervene... Ran still wasn't back either. It couldn't take that long to ditch that blabber mouth did it?
Sighing Conan was about to dig out his notebook again when a word from behind him caught his attention. With a neat little duck he was between Kogoro and the piece of paper the man was studying.
It looked like a Kid note.
"It's a fake!" Conan chirped.
Not only was the caricature off, but it was way too soon for Kid to be sending out a notice. All the same, given past patterns, the thief was likely to put in an appearance. That Shinichi smirk slid across Conan's lips as he contemplated the matter. He hadn't had enough time to really plan things out, but he did know that he'd have to be as erratic as the thief if he wanted to catch the phantom off guard.
Never easy, but... Conan did have a track record of being the closest to capture him. He just had to step it up further!
His musings were interrupted by a fist coming down, forcefully, on the crown of his head before he was hauled off to the side by the back of his shirt.
Stupid neanderthal!
He hoped Ran would get home soon so he had an ally in this. He wanted to go!