Shinichi crouched and dipped the tip of his finger in the powdered substance, bringing it to his nose and taking a quick sniff. He followed up by licking it off his finger, ignoring the "STOP LICKING STUFF OFF THE GROUND OF A CRIME SCENE" from Takagi. He'd been right. "Cocaine" he said, loud enough for the others to hear.

He stood up with a quick wipe of his hand on his pants, ignoring his mothers voice in his head telling him to stop and use a handkerchief and turned around. He blinked and tilted his head at the pointed, suspicious, stares from Heiji, Saguru, and Kaito.

"How do ya know what COCAINE tastes like?" Heiji asked.

Shinichi opened his mouth to say he knew what it was by looking at it before shutting it again, knowing the next question would be 'then why'd you lick it' to which he didn't really have a good reason for except he wanted to confirm, which brought them back to the question he was just asked. He felt sweat gather on the back of his neck as the silence stretched, more officers turning to stare at him as they waited for the answer.

Shinichi wondered if any answer he gave would go over well. "Well?" Saguru asked, finger tapping on his crossed arms.

"I..." Shinichi REALLY didn't want to answer this question.

"You?" Apparently Kaito wasn't about to let him off the hook either.

"Answer da question," Heiji said. "How do ya know what cocaine tastes like?"

Shinichi REALLY didn't want to tell them he'd eaten some when he was younger on accident, thinking it was sugar and pouring it into his coffee. His parents had scolded him after they got done laughing and taking enough blackmail photos/videos to last a lifetime. He'd never live it down.

He also couldn't say he'd tried it, because then they'd all get that 'I'm disappointed in you' looks before lecturing him. Not to mention any type of drug you was illegal, and they were all cops, so...yeah, not the best idea. Yeah, he probably shouldn't mention the time he'd thought it was a good idea to try a small bit of all the types of drugs so he knew what they smelled like/tasted like/and what they did to help with a case he'd been working. In middle school. While his parents had been on an extended vacation. He was so glad that there were no pictures/videos of that time. His reactions had been...embarrassing was an understatement.

He looked around the room, hoping to find something to distract them with. "Shouldn't we...solve the case first?" That would hopefully give him enough time to think up a good reason for him knowing what cocaine tasted like.

"We already arrested the culprit," Tagaki said, his own arms crossed as he too waited for the answer Shinichi wasn't giving. "They came forward with a full confession and the murder weapon." Well shit. The ONE TIME he needed a murder case to be difficult it was straight forward and easy. "Answer Hattori-kun's question."

"I..."

"You?" Kaito asked again, eyes narrowed.

Feeling his shoulders slump he figured he could tell them MOST the truth, without any details on how it had happened. "I...tried a little...when I was in Hawaii."

Takagi narrowed his eyes further and Shinichi looked away, knowing he wasn't going to like what was said next. "And WHEN was that? The last time you went to Hawaii was with your parents two years ago." Damnit, he forgot his mother liked to tell the police they were taking Shinichi on vacation so he wouldn't be available if they needed his help on a case.

No way in HELL was he going to tell them this had happened Four years ago. When he was twelve. And first got into coffee. Yeah, that wouldn't go over well.

Shinichi glanced at the window and wondered if it would be worth the probable broken leg he'd get from jumping out just to escape the questioning. Probably not, because then Takagi would let the rest of the officers Shinichi knew - which was ALL OF THEM - and he'd never get a moments rest until they got the truth. Even then he might be subject to a drug test now and again after this.

Or maybe he should yell out he was a drug addict, run while they were all shocked, and pull his parents favorite trick of running off to some foreign country. He'd come back. Eventually. When they forgot about this. He winced as he saw all the stares in his direction. Hopefully.

Seriously, does anyone know how this child knows what cocaine tastes like?