It's about twenty to thirty kilometers from Tokyo Haneda Airport to the Sugamo Station front Patrol House, and it takes about half an hour by taxi. Having finished drawing verbal pies for each other, the two found the remaining journey too boring and went back to chatting about the murder case at the airport.
"I don't get it, why did the driver kill that uncle? Weren't they partners?"
Minamoto Tamako didn't sympathize with the murderer; she just thought it was a pity to miss the murderer's confession. According to the typical plot of novels and TV dramas, after the detective solves the case, the murderer would usually kneel and confess, tearfully admitting why they killed...
"That's how it is in the underworld. You never know when a subordinate might stab you in the back," Fushimi Roku replied casually.
"Huh?" Only then did Minamoto Tamako realize something: "How do you know they're gang members?"
