Chapter 255

Takeshi slammed his palm against the edge of Kazuo's cubicle, rattling the coffee mug sitting close to the edge of the desk.

Kazuo jerked his head up from where he'd been pretending to work—or maybe dozing; honestly, it was hard to tell these days.

"Get up. There's a murder," Takeshi said.

"Huh? Where?"

"At the old harbor. Some poor bastard got sliced up like sashimi. Cops are already swarming the place, but their PR team's useless as usual."

Kazuo squinted at him. "Why me?"

"Cause I said so," Takeshi fired back. He jabbed a finger at him. "You're the best we've got at this shit—well, when you actually do your job."

Kazuo groaned and stretched slowly, just to be a pain in the ass. "Assign Shinji. He's been begging for fieldwork; let him play detective."

"No," Takeshi snapped, already turning to leave as if the conversation was over. "It's you. Now stop asking and just do it."