A/N: Posting times will stay irregular until my boss decides to stop switching my shifts back and forth (so maybe until I get a new job or finish the fic, whichever's first?). Also, after last chapter, I've made a decision-no more listing what DC or MK chapter everything is from. I've found it helpful in other people's fics, and I admire anyone who can do it consistently, but that was a lot of extra trouble for pretty much no payoff, so—if any of you see anything in the chapter and want to know when it's from, just ask in a comment/review/tumblr ask, okay? Otherwise I'll assume you either all know, or don't need the information.

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See the end note for this chapter's (very light) warnings, and some extra notes.

Chapter 7

Heiji had a day of putting up with Sleeping Kogoro and poor Ran's admirable attempts at getting the guy to behave like he actually had guests over before the next meeting with KID. He and Kudou didn't talk much about it, mostly because the Mouris kept hovering, but Heiji could practically feel Kudou radiating guilt over what had happened with Eisuke. Heiji wished he knew a good way to tell him to stop blaming himself, but he wasn't always the best with words in situations like these.

Still, he made his best effort when they were just about at the apartment for the meeting.

"It ain't your fault, you know that," he said.

"What isn't?" Kudou asked.

His expression said that he absolutely knew what Heiji was talking about, but he was going to make Heiji say it. Heiji was not, as a rule, great at reading people, but he was used to Kudou—and this particular expression of his was one that Heiji ended up against annoyingly often.

"Ya didn't kill Hondou Ethan, and it ain't your fault Hondou-han's upset 'bout him bein' dead," Heiji said.

"I know I didn't kill anyone," Kudou replied, anger coiled up in his tone. "But if I'd said it differently—"

"Would it've made him less dead?" Heiji interrupted.

Shinichi glared. "No, of course not—"

"Then it really wouldn't've helped," Heiji asked. "He wasn't upset at your tone of voice, ahou."

Shinichi sighed. "I guess you're right."

He stepped up to the door of the apartment building, and they walked the rest of the way in silence—but at least it wasn't so tense.

The two of them took off their shoes and joined KID inside. The phone they were using to call Eisuke was still where they'd left it, plugged in but turned off.

Kudou turned it on and checked it. "Seems like we didn't miss his call," he said.

"Good," Heiji said. "Why do ya think KID ain't here yet?"

Kudou gave a small shrug. "He's usually exactly on time, so this is strange—"

The phone rang, and Kudou quickly picked up the call. "Hondou-san?"

"Hello, Kudou-san," Eisuke said, smiling.

Shinichi looked unnerved for all of two seconds before smiling back. "Hello."

Well, if that's how he wants to play it, we can pretend nothin' happened, Heiji thought. "Hey, Hondou-han."

"Where's KID?" Eisuke asked, confused.

"Sorry I'm late!" exclaimed a member of the KID Task Force in KID's voice, as he burst through the apartment's front door.

"Always with the dramatic entrances," Kudou half-groaned.

"Hello, KID!" Eisuke said.

"Hello—huh, you don't have a nickname yet, I'll have to figure that out eventually," KID said.

"He moved to the US to join the CIA," Kudou said, wearing the grin he only got on his face when he knew he was going to get away with something.

"CIA-trainee-san is awkward, though," KID complained. "Spy-san, maybe? Yeah, that'll work."

Eisuke looked more dubious but KID didn't give him a chance to protest.

"Sorry I'm late, I had to drop by my hideout," he said.

"You have a hideout?" Heiji repeated. "Seriously?"

KID regarded him flatly. "I don't exactly keep KID's stock of sleeping gas bombs around my house where guests can see them."

"Still, you could try a little harder not ta seem like yer some sorta supervillain," Heiji huffed, frowning and leaning back on the wall, arms crossed.

"I'll be sure to," KID sniffed. "In the meantime, let me show you what I found there." He dropped a nondescript duffel bag on the apartment's carpeted floor. It landed with a surprisingly heavy thud, and Heiji didn't quite manage not to jump.

"That's Hakuba's," Kudou said, voice slightly hushed. "He was keeping it there?"

"The h*** was he doing in yer hideout?" Heiji asked. "All I know about all o' this is that him pretendin' ta be you on a heist wasn't outta character, an' that Kudou admits I was right to be suspicious of the guy. A little explanation would be good."

"Kudou-san was a bit more forthcoming with me, but I'd rather hear things from the source," Eisuke put in.

"I'll tell you what I can," KID said, sitting down on the floor near the bag. "But I don't know as much as I'd like. And what I can tell you isn't going to fit together very well."

"Well, get on wit' it," Heiji urged, earning himself a jab in the side from Kudou.

"The first odd thing that happened occurred not long after I restarted KID heists," KID began. "I maintain a few identical suits, in case of accidents, and one day I came to my hideout to find that every single one now had Kevlar lining in the jacket. It wasn't until much later that I learned that I'd asked my assistant to add the same lining to any suits made thereafter."

Hattori blinked. "An imposter?"

KID nodded. "Hakuba," he said. "The evidence is here." He unzipped the duffel bag, revealing white cloth.

Heiji glanced at Kudou. "I've got forensic gloves in my bag if we need 'em, but this is all three different kinds of inadmissible anyhow, and you already ID'd it as Hakuba's bag."

"We aren't trying to arrest him," Kudou said practically. "We can go without the gloves."

Heiji was privately glad. He'd never really liked the things, they felt weird and interfered with getting clues from the texture of stuff—but, of course, murderers getting away was undeniably worse, so he normally put up with the d*** gloves regardless.

Carefully, Heiji pulled out the fabric, and found what he'd been expecting—a perfect replica of KID's white silk suit, lined in what Heiji was pretty sure was top-grade Kevlar.

"Ya said he impersonated ya," Heiji said slowly. "But…this don't look like the KID cosplays I've seen people showin' up to heists in."

"No," KID said. "The cosplayers at heists deliberately get details wrong. Nothing like having your hard work destroyed because seven police officers jumped on you at the same time, or so they say on the forums. There's a warning, now, to new fans, that they ought not to make their costumes too accurate."

"I can't imagine they line them in Kevlar, either," Eisuke remarked.

"No, that was Hakuba," KID said. "He did that to all of my suits."

Kudou didn't look surprised, but Heiji found his shock mirrored in Eisuke's expression.

"How, exactly?" Eisuke asked.

"He broke into my hideout, sewed Kevlar into every costume I have—except maybe that one, he may have waited until he got it home—and left," KID said. "And, as I said, he later impersonated me, spoke with my assistant, and asked that all future suits be similarly protective."

"Yer kiddin'," Heiji said flatly. "You honestly expect me to believe that Don't-Break-the-Window-You'll-Contaminate-The-Crime-Scene-san broke into your hideout and stole yer stuff?"

"You believed he impersonated me during the heist," KID said, sounding a bit uncertain.

"That made sense," Heiji said, spreading his hands apart as though it would somehow divide the bizarre new information from the parts of the case that made sense. "He's obsessive about ya, it's like the time-announcin' thing but worse. I wouldn't put it past him to do somethin' like that jus' to make sure ya stayed alive to catch. But this is premeditated, ya get it? He's lookin' out for ya, for some reason, and he expected it to go far enough that he'd need to play KID again."

"Otherwise he wouldn't have kept it," Eisuke added. "There was always a risk you'd notice."

"His timing was good for that; I wasn't sure how many suits there were supposed to be in there and so I didn't miss the one he took," KID said. "There's evidence beyond what I've told you so far for you being right, but I'd rather you looked at the evidence here first."

"Are ya screwin' wit' us, somehow?" Heiji asked suspiciously.

"No, but I've come to my own conclusions about some things and I'd rather see how yours match up than tell you directly," KID said.

Heiji frowned. "D*** annoying, but good practice," he said. "So, he had a suit. Kudou, when'd you say you saw him carryin' a bag like this at a heist?"

"It was…four months ago," Kudou replied. "But we can't be certain that the suit was in there back then."

"Ya got a point," Heiji said.

"What else is in the bag?" Eisuke asked. "With how heavy it sounded, just the one suit couldn't—"

"The suit's got a glider built into the cape," Kudou said. "Which is further proof that it's really one of KID's, but also probably the reason that the bag's so heavy."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a Styrofoam container, balancing it on his knees as he hooked tiny fingers under the top section and pulled it away from the bottom.

"I've never actually seen your smoke bombs, but I'm guessing this is what they look like?" he asked, glancing over the two rows of smooth plastic spheres packed into the casing.

"Those might be the sleeping gas ones, actually," KID said. "Be careful. I have a system for differentiating them; I don't know if Hakuba does."

Gingerly, Kudou set the container on the floor.

"And even if he did, how would you know what it meant?" Eisuke asked.

"That too," KID allowed.

"What's next, a lockpickin' kit?" Heiji wondered aloud, reaching into the bag.

His hand immediately found fabric—thick, slightly textured, and soft enough that it had to have been expensive.

"Think he was keeping a change of clothes in here, too," he said, pulling out a wad of fabric—tan dress slacks, it looked like, wrapped around a wadded-up cotton shirt. It didn't exactly fit with Hakuba's fastidious reputation—but then, tonight was full of surprises.

And then he tried to un-wad the shirt, and found he couldn't, because it was pasted together with what Heiji immediately recognized as dried blood. Just the attempt to separate it sprinkled a powder of red-brown dust over Heiji's jeans.

"The f***?" he asked aloud.

"The blood's mine," KID said mildly. "I'm told Hakuba was carrying me for a while, I suppose I bled on him more than I realized." He paused. "I trust you won't take advantage of the opportunity."

"Of course not," Kudou said, frowning.

"Cotton's absorbent," Heiji said lowly, running a hand over the twisted-up fabric and the crusted areas that held it together. "Like, really absorbent." He looked up, and caught KID's eyes. "How bad were ya bleedin'?"

"My assistant informs me I avoided needing a transfusion," KID said. His shoulders slumped, just slightly, after a few moments passed and Heiji's gaze didn't falter. "Narrowly. I avoided it very narrowly."

"So he really did save your life," Eisuke said.

KID didn't respond.

"Hondou-san's right—if you came that close to needing a transfusion, and you'd stayed wherever ya were—you'd've either died o' blood loss, or after whoever was shootin' at ya realized they'd disabled ya and closed in ta finish the job, whichever happened first." Heiji frowned. "You ever had a call that close before?"

KID frowned, chin jutting out slightly. "I'm not sure I want to tell you that."

"No, I think I see what Hattori's getting at," Kudou said. "Have you ever gotten close enough to dying that Hakuba would feel he had to intervene, up until now?"

KID looked thoughtful. "No—well, not exactly. I wasn't in danger of dying, but...there are some other times that he probably interfered."

Kudou leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "When?"

"Well, never when you were around, for one thing," KID said. "Beyond that…it wasn't just me he was trying to protect. There was a heist on a train, and Jackal tried to take the son of the jewel owner hostage…Hakuba beat him up for trying. The kid thought Hakuba was my assistant—I don't know if Hakuba said that he was or if the kid just decided that's what was going on. He was a precocious little brat."

"If Hakuba was close enough to that sniper to beat him up, why not arrest him?" Eisuke said.

"Technically, he's not police," Kudou pointed out. "And if he was protecting the child, he might have had to choose between doing that or trying to subdue the criminal."

"There was another incident you won't believe me about," KID added. "But..it wasn't—I wasn't going to die." He didn't quite meet anyone's eyes, suddenly uncomfortable. "It was, ah, well—you really won't believe me, if I tell you what he stopped happening, and it didn't happen anyhow, so, it's really pretty irrelevant." He laughed, high and nervous.

Heiji wasn't sure what he was trying to avoid, but anything that could freak Kaitou KID out that much couldn't have been pretty.

"Oh—and he generally tried to stop other thieves from interfering with heists," KID added. "It apparently worked on Corbeau, since they kept leaving notices but I never actually saw them and neither did the police." Then, he visibly shuddered. "Didn't work so good with Nightmare."[CW1]

"Nightmare?" Heiji asked.

Shinichi frowned in concentration. "That was the thief Interpol came in to chase, right?" he said. He frowned. "Division One got called in after the heist was over, I know that much, but they wouldn't talk about it."

KID looked at him for a few seconds, then shuddered again. "To you, they wouldn't," he said softly, his eyes shadowed. "Especially if Kenta-kun was still there when they showed up…it was ugly, Tantei-kun, and I wish I'd been able to stop it."

He shook himself, slightly, and then added, "I left a glove, at the scene. But it never made it to forensics. I'm almost certain that was Hakuba, too."

So, apparently whatever happened with Nightmare shook KID bad, bad enough that he not only left evidence at the scene, but still can't talk about it without reacting, Heiji thought, as he watched KID force a faint smile back onto his face. Interesting, but not relevant. Focus on the case.

"So he might have saved your life at least one other time," Eisuke said. "If They are trying to kill you, what would happen if the police got your DNA and made an arrest?"

"If I was lucky, no one in forensics would be on their side, and I wouldn't get killed until after I was arrested," KID said, voice utterly level. "But I don't doubt that they'd kill me, if I didn't manage to run before the arrest." He paused. "I hadn't really thought of it that way."

"Evidence suggests Hakuba did, an' it's why ya didn't have to," Heiji said. "Fightin' off yer Jackal, anticipatin' Corbeau, hiding that evidence—all of it took a lot of predictin' what people would do, sometimes a couple o' moves ahead. That's pretty impressive."

"He failed with Nightmare, though," Kudou pointed out.

"I'm not sure there was a way to succeed," KID said, tipping his head forward to let the bangs of his disguise shadow his expression. "Nightmare had something that he valued more than either his own life or anyone else's. You—you can't reason with someone, when they're like that."

"Sometimes you can," Kudou said slowly.

KID's head jerked up, his mouth a tight line, his eyes blazing, every inch of him absolutely rigid.

Kudou held up a hand. "Sometimes you can. But you need the right circumstances, and training, and usually a bit of dumb luck. I don't think you had any of that."

KID sat back slightly.

"I've been in a lot of standoffs with people who were too desperate or too far gone to care who they hurt," Kudou said. "You either have to get really lucky, or know exactly what you're doing and get lucky on top of that."

KID nodded a little. "Neither of us were the first one to try to talk Nightmare out of something," he said. "The other attempts failed even more spectacularly than ours, so I guess we got lucky in that sense."

Heiji was ready to ask another question, but Kudou kicked him in the shin. At this rate, he was gonna have a permanent bruise there.

"Okay, so he was definitely protecting you," Eisuke said. "Do you know why?"

"I have a theory," KID said cautiously. "Tantei-kun's heard it, but I'd like to know if either you or Tantei-han have come up with anything different."

"Kudou-san told me your theory," Eisuke said. "I think it has potential. But there's a chance that it's not accurate, since the evidence for it is pretty limited—it's mostly that it makes sense in context."

"I don't know what this theory is," Heiji said. "I'm guessing it's something like KID messes with Them so he wanted to keep ya alive—but that doesn't explain the kid he protected, or the times you weren't in mortal danger. If there's a personal connection between you an' Hakuba, you'll never tell us, an' I don't blame ya, but that would make more sense."

KID frowned.

"How important are Hakuba's motivations here?" Eisuke asked.

"Well, we need to know exactly what's enough to make him break laws," Kudou said. "That could be useful in tracking him. Especially since he's not going to look like himself-that's the other important thing you haven't brought up yet. You said that his appearance as Hakuba Saguru is a disguise."

KID nodded.

Hattori narrowed his eyes. "The f***?"

"Do you know what he does look like?" Eisuke asked.

"No idea," KID said.

Heiji gave him a deliberately suspicious look.

"Look, he admitted some things to my assistant during the heist," KID said. "That's the only reason I know any of this. If any of the Task Force people running after the fake KID got a good look at his face, they might know what he looks like, but my assistant didn't get a clear look and I was unconscious."

"You lost that much blood that fast?" Kudou asked.

"He had one of my sleeping gas capsules," KID said. "Not the ones from his family's labs, one of the ones that I stole and modified, like the ones you have there. The capsules look different, and the gas comes out pink."

He glanced at Eisuke, who was frowning. "It's so the police know it might be sleeping gas and have time to stop climbing things. I don't like people getting hurt on my heists."

"But, all right, if we really don't know what he looks like, that will make tracking him a lot harder," Eisuke said.

Understatement of the century, Heiji thought, remembering how long he and Kudou had already spent going after a mostly-faceless organization in black.

KID sighed. "Great," he said. "We know that knowing his motivations are important. But whatever guesses you're making about why he was protecting me don't exactly help us know why he left, now do they?"

Heiji turned over the available information in his mind for a few moments, testing his theory for obvious flaws, then decided it was solid enough to air.

"But guessing that's pretty simple, ain't it?" he asked. "He's gotta be running from somethin', whether it's Them or someone else."

All three of the others turned to stare at him.

"Oh, come on!" Heiji exclaimed. "He ain't wearin' his real face, ya jus' said that. Did anyone ever stop to think o' 'Why?'"

Shinichi stared at him, horrified. "Do you think he's running from someone? Could that be why he left in the first place?"

"He's been on the news, though, I looked up Youtube clips—why would he do that—" Eisuke started. "Wait, no, what am I saying, Hidemi-nee goes on the news in disguise all the time."

"It creates a record of the false persona," Kudou said. "If I were any good at disguise, I might've tried it, too. People were supposed to notice if he vanished—and look, they did. Are we sure he left of his own will?"

"According to the police, there were no signs of a struggle at the crime scene, and the set of ID left on his bed was too complete to have been laid out by anyone other than him," KID said. "Anyone who knows Tantei-san knows he does martial arts, and he knows enough about guns to fire one." KID fell silent.

"So he should've been able to resist anyone who tried to kidnap him?" Eisuke asked.

"There are still ways to threaten someone like that into compliance," Kudou said. "But he still would've struggled a little. He would've found a way to leave us clues if it was unwilling."

"So he did run…but maybe it was because he thought the people he was running from were coming for him?" Eisuke said.

"Could be," Kudou said.

"Actually, there's one more thing I know that suggests otherwise," KID said. "I have a contact in Paris. She spoke to 'me' in person a few days ago."

"He really likes impersonatin' you," Heiji observed.

"I have no idea where he got another suit, either," KID added. "Anyhow, he apparently asked her where he could find criminals dressed in black."

Kudou froze. "He's going after Them?" he demanded, his voice rising to a near-earsplitting pitch.

"Seems like it," KID said. "The contact told him not to do it, and he ignored the warnings."

"Where'd they tell 'im to look?" Heiji asked.

"Berlin, another French city called Reims, and a city named Omsk in Russia," KID listed. "I have no way of knowing which one he chose, either."

"S***—if he's lucky, he'll just get himself killed," Kudou breathed. "We have to stop him."

"Kudou, don't talk like you've never had a reckless plan in your life," Heiji said.

"Yeah, but—I didn't realize what I was getting into when I got into this mess," Kudou said. "If he's managed to stay out of their notice in his current identity, and he suddenly attracts it—it's not just him in danger. It's everyone he knows."

"Yeah, and we definitely don't want more murders," Heiji agreed.

Kudou scowled and dragged a hand through his hair. "It's not just more murders, Hattori, everyone he knows includes the Tokyo Police Superintendent-General and the entire KID Task Force."

"Oh," Heiji said softly. "Okay, yeah, that's bad."

"I don't follow," KID said, looking from Kudou to Heiji.

"Worst case scenario, Hakuba's dad and the entire Task Force have an accident, and their replacements have a weird taste for black clothes," Heiji said. "Not somethin' we wanna see happen."

"In the police?" KID asked, wide-eyed.

"They've had temporary plants, don't see why they wouldn't invest in a long-term one if it became worth it to 'em," Heiji said.

Kudou shuddered, just slightly. "I'm sure they would, and it's best if they never end up with an opportunity to do so."

KID noticeably frowned, surprising Heiji. It was one thing to hear that the guy was way too attached to his chasers, and another to see it up close.

"But, if we know where he was going, we have a shot at finding him, right?" Eisuke said.

"We still don't know what he'll look like," Kudou said. "He won't be wearing Hakuba Saguru's face, or his real one—not that it would help us if he did, since we don't even know what he really looks like."

"Kudou-san, you're focusing on what we don't know," Eisuke said. "We don't need to track him, we need to track what he's doing."

"What do you mean?" KID asked. "If he can disguise like that, I'm sure he knows how to move around unnoticed too."

"Not if he's going after Them," Eisuke said, grinning a bit fiercely. "I mean, I know there's not going to be a newspaper with the headline Members of Large, Mysterious Crime Syndicate Arrested, but any unusual arrests will end up in the news somehow."

"Even if They have people in the media there, too, there's only so much you can cover up at a time," Kudou said, considering. "Especially since Hakuba will be making sure to go to trustworthy police officers for the arrests."

"'Sides, it ain't like he's gonna arrest 'em all at once," Heiji observed, starting to see Eisuke's logic. "If the tactics are that obvious, it prob'ly ain't him. But if there's an unusual increase in the total number o' arrests, or a major shift in the city's crime statistics…"

"Then there's a good chance we've found him," Eisuke said, grin still sharp. "It's the easiest way to track him remotely, and he won't even notice it until we're ready to make a move."

"It's a lot of data," Kudou said. "We'll have to find ways to make sure we aren't chasing false positives. But…if we can figure out how to manage that, we might be able to add a few other cities to the list, in case Hakuba set us up using KID's source."

"I know I wasn't lied to," KID said.

"But were they?" Kudou asked. "Hakuba could've asked that question without intending to use the information they gave him."

"Still, we should focus on the information that's probably good until we know it ain't," Heiji said.

KID nodded. "Sounds like a plan. So…is detective work normally this much like a gigantic research project?"

"Not for me, but I tend to be on-scene for deaths," Kudou said. "I think this is the kind of detective work you're best suited to."

"This is mostly what it was like for me when I was looking for Hidemi-nee," Eisuke said. "Actually, it's what gave me the idea—I found out about Sleeping Kogoro from watching the news for her segment, and it got to the point where I knew what some of the bad parts of Tokyo were without ever having been there."

"If we're lucky, though, we'll be able to get police blotters from at least one or two of the cities," Kudou said.

"Well, that's probably for another night, at this rate," KID observed.

"At least we have a plan now," Kudou said.

"Even if we still don't really know what Hakuba's deal is," Heiji remarked with a sigh.

"Is it really so odd?" Kudou asked. "You're the one who was saying all along that something was off about him."

"I was expecting him to snap, Kudou," Heiji said. "This ain't snapping. He's been plannin' out every move he makes, same as an investigation."

KID twitched. "I just hope he's not predicting us."

"I don't think he could be," Kudou said. "He's never met Hondou-san. So, at the very least, he won't expect him. But I hope he's not predicting the rest of it. I'd say he doesn't know enough to—but yesterday, I would've said a lot of other things about him, and today I know most of those things are wrong."

"D*** inconvenient trying to outthink a detective," Heiji said. "Let's try to wrap this one up before it turns too interesting, huh?"

"For once, I'm all for that," KID agreed, with a not-quite-smile. "Oh, and Tantei-han, if you're staying in Tokyo longer than the Mouri's will put you up, I got permission for you to stay here."

"Thanks," Heiji said, blinking at the thief in surprise.

"You were the only person expecting him to do anything other than keep obsessing over KID and Sherlock Holmes," KID said seriously. "That means your instincts caught something than mine and Tantei-kun's missed. I'm willing to do what I can to make sure you can stay in Tokyo to help for as long as you're willing."

Under the weight of KID's gaze, Heiji nodded.

Heck if he knew exactly what was happening, but those 'instincts' of his were telling him that the holes in KID's story weren't all from lack of knowledge. But the man seemed serious as the grave about getting Hakuba back, which meant there was another mystery in the pot with the rest…

The only reason KID would withhold information on something this important was if he thought it would be a threat to him. So what made any of the information about Hakuba dangerous to the Kaitou KID?

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A/N: Warning for mentions of canon character death, other unpleasant things from canon, and blood (from previous fic events).

The heist Kaito refuses to go into detail about is the Red Tear heist—to be fair, the detectives probably wouldn't believe him, and Kaito's smart enough to know he wouldn't react well to that. Also, forgetting that he was in mortal danger during the Nightmare heist is a slip on KID's part—he was so concerned about Jii and then about Kenta that he kind of forgets that part. Also, he's almost certain that if Hakuba was trying to change something, he was trying to protect Nightmare, not him.

I warned all of you that I liked spying, I believe, and here's a bit more proof. What the boys are planning to do at the end of this chapter is essentially OSINT or open-source intelligence—which is really just a fancy word for strategically targeted research. A lot of intelligence agencies, because of the increased availability of unsorted open-source (publically available) information, are actually really starting to favor this area of intelligence because it's very low-risk (like the characters, you can do it from outside of the country you're targeting) but it can yield accurate, detailed predictions if your data and your analysts are both good.

Tune in next week for more borderline spyfic shenanegans, and leave a comment on the way out if you have the time!