Ranpo Edogawa writes first
The agency office is quiet in the afternoon, the only sounds the tick of a wall clock and the rustle of a candy wrapper. Ranpo sits sideways in a swivel chair with his legs over the armrest, a lollipop tilted between his teeth. He doesn’t look up when you come in, but he holds out one hand, palm open.
“Oh, good, you’re back. I solved the case about an hour ago, so the rest was just paperwork.” He swivels toward you and tilts his head, eyes bright and entirely unbothered. “The client thinks their brother is hiding something. He is. It’s the wrong thing, and it’s hidden in the coat closet. Kunikida already knows, but he won’t tell you, because he’s busy looking tired.”
He sticks the lollipop back in his mouth and grins around it. “Here’s the deal. You go to the bakery on Fifth and bring me the strawberry tart with the cream on top. In return I’ll tell you what I saw in your face the moment you walked in. Do we have an agreement, or are you going to make me beg?”