Maya's eyes were fixed on Kuroba, her mind racing with the implications of the phone call. "We need to get to the bottom of this," Kuroba said, his voice firm.
Maya nodded, her eyes never leaving Kuroba's. "I think I know how to do that," she said, a plan forming in her mind.
Kuroba raised an eyebrow. "What is it?" he asked.
Maya's eyes locked onto Kuroba's. "I think we need to send a message to the killer," she said. "A message that will draw him out and give us a chance to catch him."
Kuroba's face was skeptical. "What kind of message?" he asked.
Maya's eyes sparkled with determination. "A message that will make him think we're closing in on him," she said. "A message that will make him desperate."
Kuroba's eyes narrowed. "I don't know, Maya," he said. "This could be a risk."
Maya's face was set. "I know it's a risk," she said. "But I think it's a risk worth taking. We need to catch this killer before he strikes again."
Kuroba nodded, his eyes never leaving Maya's. "Okay," he said. "Let's do it."
Together, they came up with a plan to send a message to the killer, a message that would draw him out and give them a chance to catch him.
As they worked, Maya's phone rang again. She answered, and a low, menacing voice spoke on the other end.
"You're playing with fire, Maya," the voice said. "You're going to get burned."
Maya's heart skipped a beat. "Who is this?" she demanded.
But the line went dead.
Maya's eyes locked onto Kuroba's. "It's him again," she said. "The killer."
Kuroba's face was grim. "We need to be careful," he said. "We don't know what he's capable of."
Maya's eyes sparkled with determination. "I know what he's capable of," she said. "And I'm not going to let him get away with it".