— Dude, do you need something? I’m not a peddler anymore, if you’ve been recommended… And if you came to make fun of me, then I can fuck you to prove that I like boys. — Izana leans her chin on her hand and swallows the strong contents of her glass with a very vile expression on her face.
— no… I see you here a lot and I liked you very much, can we get to know each other? — Manjiro puts his palm on top of someone else’s and smiles with his teeth, but not with his eyes. Insincere.
— Well… Call me Izana then. What do you call yourself?
— Mikey. Listen, can we go outside? It’s so stuffy here … — Pulls the interlocutor by the hand and leads him out of the club, not leaving him at all for safety reasons. It was also clear to the ram that now it was impossible to trust anyone from this area, and especially this guy.
Kurokawa is very puzzled by this arrangement of affairs and puts his palms on the policeman’s waist, squeezing his thin sides with his palms under the thin fabric of the T-shirt.
Manjiro abruptly kisses the guy on the lips with a quick peck and makes a completely stupid boy of himself.
— What kind of girl was next to you yesterday?! I’m jealous, honey!
— What did you call me? — Kurokawa focuses on both the action of the guy and his endearing word, instantly changing his face from a nasal expression to a positive one.
— I called you cute. You’re very handsome, you know that? — The blonde runs his fingers along the cheek of the interlocutor and somewhere inside himself bursts with shame, and in his thoughts he is already doing hara-kiri. So far, in fact, he’s just smiling stupidly at the boy. — So who was it with you?
— A client. I can’t say more…
— Why?
— You can’t trust anyone. Who knows, maybe you’re from the police and will put me in jail for drug trafficking? — Izana laughs it off and grins.
And Manjiro is straining at this moment so that perspiration appears on his temple.
— Well, for you, I can be a policeman, a doctor, and a plumber… Depends on what kind of role-playing games you like.
Translating everything into a joke turns out to be the best solution, because it rolls perfectly.
— I prefer to at least try sincerity first.
— Do you want me to do something to gain your trust and give you all the sincerity? I’ve really been watching you for a long time…
This time, after such words, Mikey had already shot Ken in his thoughts, and then shot himself. He has never said this to anyone before, especially to a stranger who is the first on the list of suspects, despite his alibi.
— Then take a walk with me on the embankment in a week? — Kurokawa puts Manjiro in a stupor with such a proposal and watches his reaction.
And it turns out to be a damn bad idea for the investigation, because you need to find more material, you can’t let suspects out of sight, you can’t take a break…
Manjiro sighs heavily and only agrees with a silent nod.
— Why is it taking so long? — Sano takes his phone out of his pocket and goes into contacts. — Will you give me your number?
— I will. Come here, I’ll write it down. — Kurokawa picks up the policeman’s phone and leaves his number with the name in the contacts of the interlocutor. — In a week and I’ll tell you why it took so long, if you don’t run away.