Maruki stands there for a beat, fidgeting with his keys, staring at the cab like it might somehow offer him an explanation. His mind latches onto the absurdity of it—out of all the cars in this lot, this is what he gets? A taxi?
But that sharpness in Akechi’s voice—that is what really catches him off guard.
His fingers momentarily freeze against the key fob, his gaze shifting toward the detective. It’s not just irritation in Akechi’s expression. No, there’s something deeper there, something simmering beneath the surface.
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Maruki stands there for a beat, fidgeting with his keys, staring at the cab like it might somehow offer him an explanation. His mind latches onto the absurdity of it—out of all the cars in this lot, this is what he gets? A taxi?
But that sharpness in Akechi’s voice—that is what really catches him off guard.
His fingers momentarily freeze against the key fob, his gaze shifting toward the detective. It’s not just irritation in Akechi’s expression. No, there’s something deeper there, something simmering beneath the surface.
Maruki blinks.