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Megu and Kazuma had agreed to split up, in order to find where the money had disappeared to. After all, if the suspect was still in the building currently held under police surveillance, that meant he or she must not have had enough time to take the money away from the premises of the crime. Megu decided to search the women's restroom more thoroughly, as well as the teller's desk, while Kazuma decided to search the manager's office and the alleyway in case the money had been dumped in the…well, the dumpster.

The teller's desk was closer to the security office, so Megu stepped in to glance through it. The security footage had shown that Otsuka-san had been here except for the ten minute break during which she had gone to the restroom and discovered that it was locked. A search through the desk and drawers didn't turn up anything suspicious. Either she's good at hiding evidence, or she's not the robber. She then checked the wastebasket. She noticed a few crumpled balls of paper, and upon opening them, she found the same phone number scrawled on them. Is this whose I think it is? Finding nothing else out of the ordinary, she decided to move on to the restroom, vowing to show the police the number later.

Striding inside, Megu opened the windows, looked behind the toilets and inside the tanks, and even peeked behind the mirrors in case there were secret compartments behind them. In the end, she didn't find anything. She released a frustrated sigh, but she glanced at the wastebasket that had previously held the hat and gloves. Maybe it was worth a second glance? After all, it seemed unusually full. If it had been closed since the beginning of the heist, which occurred soon after the bank opened at 7 a.m. in the morning, it shouldn't have filled so quickly.

She put her gloves on, and sighed mentally at what she was about to do. Well, at least she wouldn't be the one going dumpster-diving. She felt sorry for Kazuma, or whoever would be delegated the job.

She lifted the bag of used paper towels and other products by the bottom, and let everything fall out. Sifting through it, she remembered wondering why there were so many paper towels-most didn't even look used. Then, her eyes caught a flash of faded greenish-brown. Her breath hitched. Could it be?

Meanwhile, Kawazu-san was having his statement taken by the police, which gave Kazuma an opportunity to search the manager's office. On a cursory glance, he found nothing out of the ordinary. Then, he focused on the key cabinet that Megu had mentioned when she told him about finding the keys. The key cabinet was clean-there wasn't really any trace that anything had been tampered with- and a glance at the notes by the office phone and a replay of the phone call (recorded for training purposes) showed that the manager had indeed been talking on the phone for a good hour before the heist began.

Kazuma frowned. How did the women's restroom get locked, then? There was no evidence that the keys had been copied, so the shooter must have used the original set. The only way would be if the manager was so caught up in the conversation with the client that he turned his back to the door to his office. He knew that the manager did have such a habit-when he was younger and his family was waiting for their appointment, Kazuma had peeked in and seen the manager do exactly that as he talked to the other person on the phone. Maybe the shooter arranged it so that the client kept the manager busy as he stole the keys?

No. He dismissed that thought. He had recognized the client's voice-it was definitely an important client, as Kawazu-san had emphasized. It was Royama Masanobu, a man whose riches rivalled that of the Narusawas. Kazuma remembered the man who was at one of the many dinner parties hosted by his family. He didn't seem like the type to be involved in a shooting, or the type to befriend any of the suspects due to their different social statuses.

Sighing, he concluded that it was unlikely that Kawazu-san was the shooter. Or the robber. How could he forget about the money?

Kazuma then decided to go out to the alleyway, by the dumpsters. As he took a step out of the door, he frowned as he felt something under his shoe. Lifting his foot up, he peeled a barely smoked cigarette. He wondered if it was just trash, but a nagging feeling told him that it wasn't, so he decided to bag it. Who knew? Maybe it would come in handy later.

As he stood back up, he groaned. Kinta, who was usually the one to volunteer to search through the dumpster, wasn't around, so he guessed that he would have to do it. Oh well. At least he would have an excuse to buy a new outfit. This one was getting pretty old anyway.

Stacking a few milk crates on top of each other, he had a makeshift ladder. After climbing up, he peeked in and was really surprised. The inside of the dumpster looked pretty clean, with only a few trash bags inside. I guess the garbage truck must have come by pretty recently. He hefted himself up and over the edge of the dumpster, and landed inside it.

Putting some gloves on, the computer genius began searching through each bag. Each one was filled with basic contents-take-out food, dust bunnies, used tissues, and so on. That is, until the last one. Looking at the somewhat transparent bag, he could see a flash of greenish-brown. The color of Japanese currency. At least, that's what he hoped it was…

Kazuma's phone rang. He jumped, and after peeling off the glove on his left hand, he took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID. At first he didn't recognize it, but then he realized that it was Kyuu's new phone number. After he had returned, his mother and Kazuma, as well as their classmates, had insisted that Kyuu get a phone in case he got into trouble again. Kyuu had agreed, knowing how frightened everyone had been when he had gone missing.

Clearing his head of the thought, Kazuma answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, Kazuma. Ryuu, Kinta, and I are back, and we learned something important that could break the whole case."

"Really? What a coincidence. So did we," said Kazuma, smirking. The shooter wouldn't know what was coming to him.

Any final thoughts about who the culprit is? I feel like this case is easier to solve than the last one, but I could be wrong…what do you think?