I want to thank all of you who have told me not to worry about updating. I appreciate you all caring about me. I just want to keep you all entertained, and I feel like I fail you when I don't update regularly. Thank you all for the support, through rare and plentiful updates. Enjoy the last chapter of this case. Episodes 672-674. Finally. Haha.

I stepped back into the room to see Mouri-Sensei lounging on the bed. The window was open and the stench was much better with air circulation.

"Should we call the police then?"

Mouri-sensei hummed thoughtfully.

"Maybe."

I step into the room, relaying my observations.

"More importantly, this room is strange."

Mouri-sensei narrowed his eyes, not understanding.

"What do you mean by strange?"

I explained.

"There were only men's shoes in the shoe rack, and the clothes in the laundry as well as the clothes in the closet were all men's as well."

Mouri-sensei's eyes widened slightly.

"Then Kei-san's deceased brother was the only one living here?"

Ran-san was giving me a shocked look as well. I say seriously.

"I don't know about that yet, but I can tell you that the occupant of this room paid quite a bit of attention to an incident that took place a few days ago."

Ran-san glanced at her father.

"Incident?"

I beckoned, letting them follow me to the living room. I handed the remote to Mouri-sensei, folding my arms.

"See for yourself. They recorded a lot on the matter."

Mouri-sensei pushed the prerecorded button. Ran-san observed.

"You're right. There is nothing but news and talk show recordings all in a row."

Mouri-sensei clicked on one, letting the tape play.

"Moreover, the parts concerning the bank robbery case have been edited together. This is an image of the 3 man robbery group as seen from the security cameras released this morning. If I recall correctly, it was a 3 man group consisting of a short guy, a slender guy, and an athletic guy."

Ran-san commented.

"That's right. The athletic guy was shown firing a gun. Although the person being shot at was out of frame and wasn't shown."

The newscaster decided to interrupt, reporting loudly.

"Additionally, the bank employee was shot to death after trying to calm the robbers down. Ken'ya Shona-san's wake was held yesterday evening. The line of condolence callers who were touched by Shono-san's brave actions continued after midnight."

The footage changed to a line outside of a house, a familiar man's picture popped up in the corner. I narrow my eyes slightly. Ah, so the brother was the one who was shot in the robbery. If that even was her brother. Their last names were different, not to mention her lock screen. It was a picture of them hugging but looked more like a couple picture instead of family. So 'Kei-san', if that was her real name obviously loved this Shono-san, and this was recent so hatred and the pain would still be very strong. The picture was starting to come together.

"This guy! He's Kei-san's brother. The one who was on her mobile phone's wallpaper. But why does he have a different surname."

Mouri-sensei turned to me, uncharacteristically serious.

"Isn't it also strange? If the one living her was Kei-san's brother, there is no way she could've edited this morning's news."

That was a good point as well. Since we only found men clothing, and made the deduction only a man lived here, there was no way a dead man could have recorded this morning's news. Following my deductions from earlier of who could possibly have an interest in this footage, we have exhausted the other avenues, which meant that the person who lived in this apartment was one of the robbers. I doubt our 'Kei-san' was one, but she has already killed two men, the man in the trunk, and the man in the agency. Could both of these men be the robbers? Not to mention…there were three of them. Is that where she left to go, to go find the third thief? I keep my deductions to myself as I sigh.

"Well, whoever was living here, seeing that they were taking the trouble to archive these news and talk shows, isn't it natural to think it's be either a considerable crime enthusiast, the victim's planning to take revenge on the killer, or perhaps even the robber himself?"

Mouri-sensei stuttered an agreement.

"Indeed."

All right, we are all caught up to speed now. Time to investigate some more and see if the computer I haven't checked yet has anything useful.

"Anyway, let's look around the room a little more. Although, the only thing left is the PC in the bedroom."

"Um…"

I turn to see Ran-san directly behind me. I give her a serious glance. Maybe she had some ideas or evidence I hadn't thought of yet? She put her hand next to her mouth and murmured secretively.

"Why are you my dad's apprentice when you're such a good detective? You are obviously the better…"

She trailed off, giving me a look that begged for answers. Oops. That wasn't good. In the favor of time considering someone's life was in danger, and I wanted to get to Conan and 'Kei-san' as quickly as possible, I had forgotten that I was supposed to be the lesser detective. If she had noticed it, had he? Crap I couldn't afford to blow my cover so quickly into the case; I had barely gotten them to trust me. Right, nothing I haven't experienced in the field before. Besides, this isn't Gin or Vermouth, just Ran-san. If I could fool them, she should be much easier.

I plaster 'Amuro Touru' on and chuckled good naturedly. I whisper back.

"Mouri-sensei may pretend to be having trouble, but he's actually already figured out the truth behind everything for the most part, and is just testing me."

Yeah, that makes sense. I continue, narrowing my eyes.

"It was the same in the DNA case before, and in the gun suicide today, where my brash deduction led to a tragic result. Sensei wouldn't dealt with it a lot better. I've still got a long way to go."

I laugh as I step into the room. Yes, deflect suspicion and attention off me. Give all the credit to Mouri-sensei. It seems Ran-san is sharper than her father. I will have to watch my step from now on.

I lean over the computer, calling out.

"Mouri-sensei, there is a computer in here. Maybe it has some more information on it."

The detective appeared at the doorway, scanning the room systematically. I will let him figure out the computer and let him take the glory.

"A computer? Really?"

He set down in front of it, clicking the mouse impatiently. Ran circled around the desk to look over his shoulder. He let out an irritated tut as a screen popped up.

"Damnit, the computer is locked."

Ah that does present a problem. if we don't know the password, we can't unlock the treasure trove of evidence. Ran-san spoke with a disappointed tinge to her voice.

"You can't unlock it unless you know the password, right?"

"Why'd they have to do something so annoying?"

Well, maybe we are lucky and they left their password somewhere. Either it was a an easy password, which was unlikely considering this was a criminal's computer, and if they didn't want any random citizen breaking it in, they probably chose something that wasn't related to them. Now if I had a long password or something that I couldn't memorize, which wasn't often, then I usually wrote it down close to the computer. I knelt down, looking under the desk and gave a small smirk when noticed the thin strip of paper taped right underneath the desk, a series of letters and numbers on it.

Well now, I can't exactly tell them right out and cause them to be more suspicious of me. I had to do this tactfully where they discover it on their own, and then take all the credit. Mouri-sensei sighed.

"Then let's try playing with the name Kei Kashitsuka."

Oh my, how was this guy a detective. Nevermind. I ask pleasantly.

"How do you two usually come up with passwords?"

There, a simple question that gets them thinking in the right direction. Ran-san answered first.

"I use my birth date."

Mouri-sensei replied sheepishly.

"I'd use 5563 since it can be read as Kogoro-san."

I froze for a split second. Did…did he just give me his computer password for his office? I will definitely have to check that out later. Right now focus. I prompted with only the slightest stammer.

"No, that's not what I meant. What if it's a really long password that you can't memorize?"

Ran-san put a finger to her chin questioningly, thinking out loud.

"I'd right it in my mobile phone's memo book."

Mouri-sensei reached underneath the table, speculating.

"I'd write it on a paper and hide it somewhere where nobody would see it…"

He trailed off as his eyes sparked. He leaned back, looking under the desk with an elated gasp.

"I found it! I got the password."

I released a small sigh. As I suspected, Mouri-sensei took all the credit, even though he saw me leaning down earlier. Good. Ran-san jumped up excitedly.

"Amazing Dad."

Looks like she bought it too. Perfect. I affirm, pushing the entire recognition onto him.

"As expected from you."

Mouri-sensei typed in the password, giggling.

"Now then, let's see what we can get from this computer."

Immediately after logging in, it was quite evident that we were right on this being the robber's apartment. Mouri-sensei's eyes widened.

"Oi oi oi! Isn't this the plan for that bank robbery?"

I glance over the document, taking in key details. It looks like they had all the plans, and had even taken a picture together. I announced, recognizing at least some of the people in the picture.

"They had the nerve to include a photo of the three of them gathered together and holding guns."

How tasteless. If only the organization was this sloppy we would have captured them a while ago. This happened several days ago; they should have deleted the files then. I look at the easy smiles on their faces, like this was a huge joke, like they weren't about to go kill a man. I am almost glad two out of the three are now corpses.

"Oh no. Isn't the guy in the middle the one who committed suicide at the detective agency?"

"The guy on the far right is the guy who was in the suitcase."

That's two robbers down, and making an educated guess, our robber murderer is on the way to track down the third one. That's probably where Conan is too. I remark, trying to get the ball rolling to leave. Everything else can be figured out later; we need to save the Boya now.

"Then the lady on the far left must be the other robber."

That's who 'Kei-san' is going after. Now we need to find her. Ran-san pointed out.

"Looks like that woman contacted them."

Mouri-sensei deadpanned, clicking on the email.

"Yeah. With an e-mail blatantly titled 'Is the gun ready?' An e-mail from the woman saying she's moving."

Moving? I lean in closer to read the email, seeing the address easily.

"It has an address."

I nod. I bet that is where Conan and our culprit is, if not now, soon will be in the future.

"Let's go and see."

Mouri-sensei agreed rapidly. Good to know we are on the same page. I start toward the door, asking.

"Mouri-sensei, do you have all the evidence you need to make a deduction?"

Mouri-sensei followed me out the door of the room, eyes glinting like hardened steel. I could tell he was worried about the boy.

"I think I am pretty close. I think we can discuss it a little in the car, don't you?"

Yes I agree. The address was far enough away that we could have quite the lengthy discussion in the car about the exact deduction. I am quite positive we had most of the pieces and can fit them together now. The rest we could easily figure out.

We locked the apartment door and headed toward the elevator. Ran-san asked quietly.

"So Amuro-san, do you think we should involve the police?"

I shake my head slightly, watching the blinking numbers as the lift ascended to our floor.

"No, not yet. Not when we have a clue to where they are."

Ran-san blinked at me.

"Wait, you know where Conan-kun could be?"

I shrugged.

"It is a pretty good possibility."

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I stepped inside, guessing.

"Maybe the woman who took Conan-kun away is headed for that lady in order to avenge Shono-san."

In fact I am banking on that right now. Mouri-san nodded in agreement, stepping into the elevator after me.

"Yeah."

I watch the doors close.

"So I think it is too early to involve the police yet, especially with Conan-kun as a hostage. We can go check it out first, and notify the police later."

Yes, being too hasty and calling the police in could prove disastrous. We have to at least assess the situation for ourselves first. Well I think between the three of us, we could rescue the boya if needed.

We were out of the building and into my car in no time. Ran-san sat next to me up front, while Mouri-sensei took the back. I checked my mirrors as I asked.

"So Mouri-sensei, can I hear your deduction?"

Would he go into 'sleeping' mode again to explain? I am curious of what the conditions are that causes him to go in that state. Would it be that he had to have all the evidence first before 'falling asleep?' It didn't seem like it as Mouri-Sensei started to speak, eyes clear as he thought aloud.

"Let's start at the beginning. First was the bank robbery with the three people, where they shot Shono-san."

Yes that did seem the beginning of it, the catalyst that began this whole spider's web of crimes. I nodded as I pulled out of the parking lot, glancing in my rear view mirror.

"Then what Mouri-sensei?"

Let him think it out ahead of time, and if there are any fallacies then I can input, but sure let him get the recognition.

"The woman, who was close to Shono-san, decided to take revenge on the robbers, by first killing the man and stuffing him in a suitcase. The apartment we were just in was either the man in the suitcase, or the man from the agency."

I saw the line of reasoning and followed it, stating my own deduction. It would be strange if I didn't contribute at least a little something.

"The man from the agency set up the meeting with you, to find the locker key, which maybe that locker had money from the robbery, and he needed to retrieve it because the first robber didn't tell him and maybe he thought he left town."

Mouri-sensei continued.

"Yes, and then there was the whole hostage situation. Now how did she not get gunpowder on her, and pull the trigger?"

I paused. I had a theory about both of those. Should I tell him my theories, or let him figure it out on his own? Ah I know, I can lay the evidence of my theories, and then lay them like a breadcrumb trail so he arrives at the same conclusion as me. I stop at a stop light and hum pensively, as if thinking deeply about the solution.

"Well Mouri-sensei, what were the items at the crime scene? Maybe they can tell us what happened?"

Ran-san was gripping her phone in her hands, probably expecting some kind of response from Agasa-hakase, or the teenager Sera-san. She asked.

"What was at the scene of the crime?"

I glanced back at Mouri-san, stating slowly.

"Well, there was a damp towel, and her boots were taken off with the string tied in a knot at the end, as well as her duct taped up. I think the way she was duct taped she could have done it herself by wrapping it around the door knob, and then rotating. Right Mouri-san?"

Was that enough information to get the detective's mind turning, or to fall into his sleeping mode? Mouri-sensei's eyes sharpened.

"Wait a moment, the shoelace. The knot could be used to loop through the trigger and pull it. Then the wet towel was there to keep the gunpowder from getting on her."

Now he's catching on. I sigh inwardly. All this tiptoeing around when I really just want to solve the mystery, send the criminals to jail, and of course get Conan back in one piece so we can all go home. But now that Ran-san has explicitly told me that she questions my real intelligence I have to be super careful from now on.

"Wow Mouri-sensei, as expected of you."

Lead him to the answer, praise him, repeat. Seems like this is my life now. I am slightly disappointed and confused as to why 'Sleeping Kogoro' didn't make an appearance, but I need to check on the conditions for that, which could be a later date.

Ran-san exclaimed.

"No way! I got an email from Conan."

What? Why would the woman allow Conan to email us? That's just bad kidnapper protocol. He could tell us anything he wants, like location. Maybe he escaped? That would be a miracle. I heard several beeps as she clicked it open and read it aloud.

"I'm all right so don't worry.' He says."

Well that makes things slightly different. What if I had this wrong? I had assumed he was taken against his will, but maybe he followed her willingly. Did he not know about the body and didn't do a sweep of the house like I assumed? Because if he did, going with a known murderer was something no normal person, let alone child would do. Although if he went on his own, then why didn't he contact us before, or why did the woman send that threatening message. So many questions.

"It looks like he went on his own accord."

Mouri-sensei huffed, crossing his arms in irritation.

"That brat. Acting like a detective again."

Ah, so he had noticed the boy's active participation in crimes. Maybe he was just curious, but I doubted that was the case. I say seriously.

"Well, the curiosity of a child entails the inquiring spirit of a detective and being mutually understood."

I glance toward my side mirror and narrow my eyes. That bike…it had been following us for awhile. I noticed it about five minutes ago, and didn't really think much of it. I can't see the rider's face or make of the bike in the dark because of the headlight, but it made me freeze with dread. Vermouth checking in on me? No, surely not. She mihgt like the detective, but she wouldn't risk being spotted. It was suspicious to say the least. I wasn't going to make any sudden moves because I wasn't sure what their intentions were, but I most definitely was going to break their trail on me eventually.

"How close are we Ran-san?"

The address was quite a distance away from the flat. It would take almost a a half an hour to reach there, and we had been driving for awhile. Ran-san looked at her GPS.

"We are closer, we need to get on the Oishi Highway."

That's simple enough, in fact the turn comes up in a few blocks. I glance over at Ran-san. She is gripping her phone, unbridled worry etched deep into her face. She must be scared that Conan-kun was going to be injured. I say logically, trying to comfort her as my years at the police academy come through, as well as my logic of a criminal.

"Ran-san, it might not give you that much peace of mind, but I don't believe Conan-kun will be put in any additional immediate danger. There is the chance that we may ignore the warning in the email from earlier and contact the police. She will have to keep her hostage alive in case she's stopped at a checkpoint."

That would be the rational thing. Not to mention, her vendetta against the robbers was what was driving her, not hurting Conan. I don't think she intends to harm him. Mouri-sensei exclaimed from the backseat.

"But hey, if her goal is to murder the other robber, then if he ends up being involved…"

He trailed off and Mouri-san admonished her dad, fear leaping back onto her face.

"Dad."

I hadn't considered it, but of course, this was the boy who sprinted toward gun fire. Maybe it was more likely that he would get caught in the crossfire. An uneasy feeling unsettled my stomach as I eased down on the gas pedal.

"Right. So he is still in a dangerous situation. Let's hurry."

Because he might say he is all right now, but situations with criminals changed like the wind blows. They could be calm and allowing one minute and like a bomb soon become armed and volatile. The sooner he was in our hands, the better. I glance in my rearview mirror, and see the bike still following us as I speed up, jumping on to the Oishi Highway.

We were cruising, me only going slightly over the speed limit, when Mouri-sensei's phone rang. I glance back at him. Was it someone important? The woman? Megure Keibu? Conan? Who could be calling at this time?

"Agasa-Hakase, any luck finding the brat?"

Ah, the scientist. A few seconds of listening later, he yelled loudly.

"What? The car the brat is in is headed north on Oishi Highway?"

My ears perked up. North? We were southbound right now. Maybe we could intercept them soon. Ran-san asked urgently.

"Aren't we on Oishi Highway?"

My face darkened looking in the opposite lane at the approaching cars, looking for tells of criminal activity; speeding, swerving, a gun through the windshield. Mouri-sensei asked directly.

"What kind of model is it? A blue compact. What's the number?"

Ah, a blue compact. I can narrow my search down a lot easier. The plates could help a lot too.

Suddenly a car catches my eyes. A blue compact zooms past us, with a red car directly behind it. Is that it? I didn't have time to take any chances. I spy the break in the median up ahead and make a split-second decision. The Amuro Touru detective mask fell off, leaving Furuya Rei, PSB agent to take the stage. My hands and feet gravitated to a more comfortable position, the same position I had used for many car chases.

"Hold on to something."

I ordered, as I mashed down on the clutch, and slide my foot to lay across both the acceleration and brake, slamming the car into the next gear, slowing down enough to make the u-turn, but with my acceleration I can make it an expedited one. I could feel my car respond to my command, first twisting the opposite direction, before drifting neatly around the bend. I let off the pedal and pushed more on the clutch to swtich gears again, before pushing the accelerator, jumping forward to follow the blue compact. I check the rearview mirror to see our bike follower skid in the opposite lane. I couldn't help but give a small smirk; serves you right trying to challenge me on the roadway.

I watched as the blue compact swerved into the opposite lane, followed by the red coup. I pressed down on the clutch and shifted gears again, deftly sliding in the small gap left between the cars, squealing the wheels slightly.

My adrenaline was pumping, and my mind was turning. The red car must be Agasa Hakase, following the compact. That car isn't exactly meant for speed, and I doubt they could catch up to the culprit with that car. My RX-7 is much more suited for this. I shifted again, speeding up to pass, when an odd sight caught my attention.

The driver side door cracked open, and someone leaned out. I only spied the smallest glance of a light brown hair mop and a glint of glasses as we passed. I took in their stance too, with one hand bracing the door, and his hand in his jacket. Our eyes met for the smallest of moments, before we sped past, toward our greater goal.

Who was that? Agasa Hakase? Why would he be leaning out like that? If I didn't know any better, it looked like he was going to shoot out the tires, but that is impossible. Maybe it's just my Rei brain thinking. I shake my head slightly and tighten my grip on the wheel. Those questions can be saved for later, when people's lives weren't at risk. I take one last glance at the mirror to see the car door shut and the smallest of swerves to signal the driver was back in control of the car, like it had never happened. Interesting, but not right now.

I speed up to directly behind the car, which was in the far-right lane, leaving me barely any room to maneuver around them. Now which would be easier to do and cause the least amount of damage to the people? Gunshots would attract attention. We need to catch them by surprise somehow, leave them no room to react to it, and stop the car. I could only think of one feasible way to do so.

I drum my fingers lightly on my steering wheel warmly. Thank you for your service.

Eyes steely and determined, I demand with authority.

"Mouri-sensei, stay where you are and hold onto the right seatbelt. Ran-san, take off your seatbelt and come this way."

By this time, I was in the small space between the car and the median, pulling astride the car. Ran-san was looking over at the car fearfully, but my order brought her out of her stupor. She reached shakily down to unbuckle her seatbelt.

"Take it off?"

As soon as I hear the click of it being released, I reach over without looking, hooking my arm around her shoulders, yanking her hastily over to where she is sharing the driver's seat with me. Both passengers responded differently, Ran-san with a shocked gasp, and Mouri-sensei with an outraged yelp.

"Hey what are you doing?"

I pull her closer, enough for my left hand to reach the gear shift, and of course my emergency brake.

I was just in front of the car. It was the perfect time.

I jerk the brake up, causing my car to swiftly turn, blocking off the blue compact. With no time to stop, the compact slammed into us. I felt the crunch of metal and shattering of glass as I brace Ran-san, trying to keep her out of harm's way. The compact's engine combusted with a plume of steam.

I feel bad for my car being banged up, but cars can be repaired; human lives can't.

Someone is getting out of the passenger side of the compact. The lady robber is holding Conan in her arms, pistol to his forehead. She is shouting something, and the panic on Conan's face is real, but I see something that causes me to tense and relax at the same time.

The mysterious bike rider was suddenly there, ramping up the trunk to set their bike on the car's roof. Now, was she an accomplice, or an ally in this endeavor? A split second later, the bike spun, the back wheel slammed into the robber's face, knocking her violently to the ground, but causing her to drop her gun and Conan. Ally it was then. Thank goodness.

"Conan-kun!"

Ran-san cried, crawling over me to open the door and leapt out. I follow at my own pace, glancing toward where the woman who pretended to be Kei-san was sitting in the driver's seat. She looks like the wind was taken out of her sails. She looked to be in shock more then anything. It looks like my PSB mask was no longer needed, so I discard it for my detective one. I looked to check on the boy and froze.

The mysterious bike rider's helmet was removed and she was currently embracing Conan, so I could clearly see her face. I froze in surprise and in anger. The green flinty eyes, short dark hair, olive complexion, the dark circles under the eyes were easily recognizable. Immediately my mind leapt to my arch enemy, before I stopped. No, isn't that the bastard's sister? I bring my hand up to my chin pensively.

Why are you here?

Last I heard she and her mother were in America? Were they also investigating Akai's death? What a small world that she would also know Conan-kun, and to come to his rescue no less.

The red vehicle glide past and stop. I glance toward them, trying to get a better look at the driver. Should I go and talk to him? That was such agent like behavior, or maybe I am over thinking it.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I guess all that can wait. I pull out my phone and answer without looking at the caller id, which was my mistake.

"It seems you've gained their trust."

The seductive murmur of Vermouth caressed my ear like a snake. I almost shiver. What? How could she know about all this? I glance around, because the way she said it seemed like she was here on the scene. Knowing her she was probably looking down on high from somewhere on us. I discreetly glance up at the overpass we had just passed under and spy the platinum blond from a distance.

"But you'll keep your promise to me, won't you, Bourbon?"

I narrow my eyes slightly. I whisper into the microphone, just having one question.

"Yes, but can I ask you a question?"

I hear the small chuckle that stood the hairs on the back neck straight up.

"Sure Bourbon, what can I answer for you?"

I glance at the family who is currently fussing over Conan, who had his childish mask on again, almost to the point that anybody could tell it was fake. I draw back a little bit, whispering.

"The one you told me not to underestimate. It wasn't Mouri Kogoro, was it?"

Because if I had learned anything from this case, was that Conan was hiding something, and the naivety was an act. The way he observed, the way he seemed to dissect crime scenes was something that was not a child but a full-fledged detective. I had no idea what had done when he was taken, but I can not in good faith assume he was the poor trembling child the whole time. The kid's masks were hard to spot, but I know what terrors hid behind my own mask, so the unknown of what was hiding behind his was terrifying. It was him that I felt more on edge around, not Mouri-sensei.

I could feel the smirk, and the silence was enough of an answer, before she hung up. I sigh and slip the phone back into my pocket. The red car had disappeared, Mouri-sensei was on the phone with the police, Ran-san was fussing over Conan, and the boy was looking not at all traumatized by his kidnapping.

I hear the sirens in the distance as I appraise the damage done to my car. Both doors were messed up, and part of the front panel, but other then that it wasn't bad. One trip to the shop and she should be good as new. I pretended to be thorough, but all in all, I was really just giving myself time to think.

This sure had been an adventurous night. What with the rescue mission, the Agasa Hakase incident, the a-hole's sister showing up, and Vermouth. Truly a full plate. Let's dissect one at a time.

First, Agasa Hakase, or at least the driver with him. Maybe I should dismiss it. I could have seen wrong, it happened so fast, so I will hold off on investigating him just yet. No reason to draw unneeded attention to myself by sticking my nose somewhere it doesn't belong.

Secondly, what is the bastard's sister doing here? Could she be looking for her dead brother? Or even better, maybe instead of the FBI hiding him after his death, perhaps his family is doing it instead. I think I should pull the old Akai disguise out once just to double check and make sure she wasn't hiding him.

Next, Vermouth. It seems you've gained their trust. Yeah, it looks like I have. I mean, they both gave me possible passwords for goodness sake. They both followed my directions in the car as well. I should feel proud of this accomplishment, as it gets me closer to my goal, but I can only feel disgust curling in the pit of my stomach. They are such nice people, and I have watched this family long enough that sure they solve crimes and see murders, but they have such good hearts. Mouri-san is a little misguided sometimes, but his heart is in the right place. Ran-san is pure, someone who shouldn't see the horrors of crime. Conan is…well despite the unknown aspect of his real self, I can tell that he genuinely cares about people and feels the sorrow of failing to stop a crime, or a victim, something I have lost long ago.

I am dragging these people closer and closer to the organization with this investigation. I kind of understand what Vermouth was talking about when she made me promise not to hurt or involve the two children. They were different, something to hope for. I shove the feeling aside. I cannot fail in this. Acquiring Sherry to take down the organization so people like them can live in peace. So my beloved Japan can be safe.

I sigh as I hear the police cars stop near us. The robber being carried into a police car. Megure Keibu and Takaji Keiji are taking Mouri-sensei's statements, but my eyes are drawn instead to the road.

I look over to see the woman who impersonated Kei-san on her knees in the road, looking the picture of defeat. Conan was standing in front of her, hands in pockets casually. He is speaking but I am too far away to hear what he said. The next second, the woman has her arms around him, hugging him to her, shoulders shaking with sobs. I raise my eyebrows as I draw closer. I thought the calm boy would be flustered by the contact, as I saw he was uncomfortable in the ahole's sister's arms, but no, he allows her to hold him, nuzzling slightly into her shoulder in comfort. Stockholm syndrome? But no he looks completely rational.

She released him and stood up, wiping her eyes.

"Thank you, Tantei."

Why would she call him that? He wasn't one, unless he told her he was? Conan nodded encouragingly at her. She stepped forward, offering her hands.

"Keiji-san, I am a criminal as well, and I am ready to confess to my crimes."

Takagi was slightly flustered as he reached for his handcuffs. I step forward a few steps to see the look on Conan's face.

It was painted with the most human look I had seen. Relief lifted his mouth into a smile, sadness lingered at the crevices of his eyes, and an overall look of pity. He felt sorry for this woman. Yes, she murdered, but it was for revenge, for a justice she didn't know would come. I also have no idea what went on in that car between them, what conversations they had. He still saw her as a human, while I had stripped her of that, substituting criminal in its place. I had lost that when I started working for PSB and the organization.

This was his real face, his real personality. I just had a feeling that it was. I felt foolish in assuming that this personality was dark and evil. No, quite the opposite; this personality cared deeply about people, victim and criminal alike. I walk up next to him, plastering concern on m face.

"Conan-kun are you all right?"

The boy turned to look at me, mask back in place.

"Yes Amuro-san. I am fine. Thank you for helping. Sorry about your car."

I gave a small smile. He could have died he was worried about my car?

"Oh it is easily fixable. I am just glad you are all right."

There was something i was curious about, so I asked softly.

"So that email you sent, were you forced to send that?"

Conan shook his head gently.

"No, I sent it on my own. She really had no reason to hurt me. It was when we found the robber lady when everything went south."

He gave me a million watt smile.

"Thank you again Amuto-san."

I nodded at him, and walked away to give my statement. After I was done with my brief retelling considering I didn't have that much of a role, left the group there as they had to wait for Conan to give his statement. I hailed a taxi, giving my good byes, and made the last stop for the night.

The Mouri Detective agency was locked, but I was a much more accomplished lockpick then my predecessor this afternoon. I didn't leave a single scratch as the door swung open easily. I walk over to the PC and boot it up, looking at the password. I sigh sorrowfully, plugging in 5563 into the password. Unsurprisingly, the computer unlocked.

I could set up a small program to spy on this computer, just to monitor emails or case requests as well. If Sherry contacts the great Mouri-Kogoro, I will know about it.

I haven't solved a lot of mysteries about this family unit. I don't know how Mouri-sensei goes into sleep mode, I don't know the connection to Sherry, and I feel like I don't know anything about the mystery enigma that was Edogawa Conan.

But I intended to find out.