"Hmm… so is that why you were so busy, little boy?" The muffled murmur came from one end of the central avenue of the metropolitan area of Kuri, from inside a patrol car. The small but inquiring eyes, hidden behind the polarized lens of their police glasses, were still fixed on a peculiar couple heading towards the northwestern suburbs. "If he ever finds out"
The communicator rang and Kizart turned on the transmission of the call.
"Hoshi… we reported a forty-seven, between two streets collateral to the main one" the voice coming from the station was the aggravated and deep tone of Morino.
The code was the equivalent of a search warrant. Usually taken as a routine procedure towards suspects of a sinister or those who were released on parole. The contrast was the patrol zone; the surround
