"So, what was it?" Hashimoto asks. He's standing outside the office, feeding himself gum. Yousuke recognizes the brand—for quitting cigarettes.
"What?"
Hashimoto scowls anew. "What was it that Kuwabara was helping you with? He spent this much time on it, and now he's dead. As his friend, I've got a right to know."
Yousuke looks to Naoto for help, but he's busy, chatting with the police. "He didn't tell you?" he stalls.
"What, you're surprised? No. He was very hush-hush."
Yeah, reminds him of someone. "You'll have to ask my boss," Yousuke says, and watches Hashimoto's scowl deepen.