Greed
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The past few days had been a test of Shinichi's patience like nothing else. He was, essentially, under house arrest. It was much too dangerous for him to chance going out and being noticed and, as such, he had to sit tight in the Kudou mansion and let everyone else do the leg work while he plotted. To be frank, he was starting to get restless as hell.
Oh well, best not to let greed drive him to make mistakes now. He had waited this long, he could wait awhile longer.
Hattori, who had made excuses all around so he could stay in Beika and help out, tried to stick around as much as possible, and Shinichi appreciated it, but his friend got infuriating at times. Particularly when he'd started asking what he was planning to do about Ran once this whole thing was over. Shinichi had, of course, neglected to tell him of that one development in the situation.
He'd been sure that Hattori would have found out from Kazuha. Shinichi knew Ran had told the girl over the phone shortly after it had happened.
Rolling his eyes Shinichi swiveled away from Heiji who was, at current, sitting there gaping at him blindly. He'd just informed him that he and Ran had decided it was better to just remain friends.
"Shin-chan, what have I told you about breaking the minds of your friends?" his mother asked cheerfully as she breezed by.
"Not to," he deadpanned obediently. "He deserved it. Where's dad?"
"I'm sure he did. We're going to go have lunch with an old friend of the family. Did you need us to do anything?"
"Not yet. I'm going to go make a call to my FBI contact and see if they're willing to help us out."
"Good! We'll be back in a few hours. You want anything while we're out?"
Shaking his head Shinichi waited until she was out of the house before muttering, "My freedom would be nice." Standing up he left Hattori gaping at the wall and went in search of his cellphone.