view.

"Negative, Vodka reports that it's not Rye." Gin then informed him.

Calvados cursed. It was well after 7 p.m. and soon an hour had passed.

And then she was there. The idea that should have come to him much earlier.

A foreigner? Why wasn't it possible that he was an FBI agent? And then the second old man might be ... Calvados struggled with himself. Maybe they had a chance to find Rye, even if it was unlikely. Should he tell Gin about it? No, it would be interpreted as his fault, and he could happily pass it on. Then Rye should escape, better than being reprimanded. This thing wasn't going to come back to him at some point.
Part 2

The trap
Haido, former office building of the Aonuma group - makeshift headquarters of the FBI in Japan
"You probably expected something more sinister," Jodie allowed himself to say.

Conan just shook his head.

"No, on the contrary. A rather shabby building is less noticeable and when people go in every now and then you assume they are employees doing renovation work," he said.

Jodie's silver car was parked in a covered garage in the building and was scrutinized by two men. Jodie got out and opened the passenger door for Conan. The detective hopped outside and followed the agent to the entrance of the building. So that was her. The command center that the American federal agency had built in Conan's tranquil hometown. The entrance was guarded, something else seemed grossly negligent to the little detective. He had learned from Okiya-san that he was the only agent of the CIA besides Mizunashi Rena who was represented in Japan. After the death of Ethan Hondou and his liaison agent, the CIA largely withdrew its efforts.Of course, with Ethan Hondou's last unprecedented sacrifice, there was still a NOC in their ranks, but Rena hadn't been trained. Nevertheless, Okiya was ordered to Tokyo to take care of her. What resources would the CIA mobilize if the organization were to retaliate? Would she even do anything? Or withdraw and watch in silence. What about the police? What did they know about the organization? Conan remembered how Megure had faced gin. He had stared into his cold, wide eyes, but apparently did not recognize the evil, as the detective himself managed to do that day. Then the action on the pier, Calvados shot himself, the corpse of Gin's accomplices was clear evidence of the existence of the organization, regardless of whether the FBI had withheld Vermouth's identity from the police or not. Then the attack on the Toto Tower. Superindentent Matsumoto was kidnapped and held in a hut for days. It was hard to ignore that fact. And the deranged tower? The propped military helicopter? The work of terrorists, Conan didn't know if it was the FBI who had spread this misinformation. He thought about asking Jodie about it, but didn't feel it was important anymore. He and the agent used the stairs because the elevator in the old building was no longer working properly. It was at the end of a long hall when Conan heard Shuichi Akai leave a room and smile at the two of them. He looked at Jodie, she didn't say a word. He remembered the day she gave him his cell phone ... no, Shinichi Kudo's cell phone. It was done believing that her partner had died. Conan had considered telling her the truth, but he couldn't. Too much was at stake. He always proceeded according to this pattern, without exception. With Jodie ... with Shiho ... with Ran. He didn't tell them anything. On the one hand to protect them. He cherished this wish in all people who meant something to him. Then he paused for a moment. It was understandable that he didn't tell Ran anything about the men and black, not to mention the little triviality that he was Shinichi Kudo. But what about Shiho? He left her out, whether or not she had information about Bourbon or his plans. She had helped him a lot by telling him about Korn, Chianti, or Irish. But every time she pushed herself into the investigation, he couldn't stop her. Was it because he always wanted to do it all by himself? Or was it ... because he never wanted to be reminded of Professor Hirota's house that day? Shiho had grabbed him and hugged him, a feeling that had struck him as strange. He had felt it before, two years earlier in New York. It was when the serial killer who was actually wormwood had fled.Ran was snuggled up against him and he was holding her in his arms. He had had feelings for her for a long time and was happy in that moment, even if the time was completely inappropriate. But why was the feeling so similar with Shiho? And then it came back. She had hugged him when she thought Generic was going to die, the only person in the organization she could even begin to call a friend. But he survived and Conan learned a little later that the FBI had smuggled him safely to America. But for a moment his heart had pounded wildly, even if he couldn't understand why. And then? That strange feeling had returned just weeks before. He was standing under Big Ben, holding Ran's hand.

"The heart of the person you love ... how could you ever deduce anything precise from that?" He had asked her. But was Ran the only one? Did Conan even know what was going on in his own heart? He probably didn't have the faintest idea.

"Because I love her!"

Unexpectedly, Eisuke's words came back to his head. It had been so easy for him to define and express his feelings for Ran so clearly. Rena's brother had been clumsy, awkward and shy. But he had succeeded in doing what Conan was able to use. Why hadn't he just pulled Ran to himself and kissed him in London?

"It's ... because I love you Shinichi."

Those were Ran's words on the plane when it threatened to crash. She thought she'd accidentally addressed these words to the Kaito Kid, but it wasn't. Conan had heard her and his heart was pounding. He had had enough time in London, almost 24 hours, to sort everything between herself and her. But no, he hid in his hotel room on the grounds that he didn't know when he would become Conan again. Should he have confessed everything to Ran that day? You weren't in Japan, who cared about the organization or any other problem? Yes, she would have been mad at him, but wasn't she when he disappointed her again and again and delayed everything? He was so infinitely cowardly. And with this cowardice did he want to fight a powerful black organization? Ridiculous.

Akai left the greeting with a nod and left the door open. Jodie averted her gaze and hurried out of his way. She led Conan into the small office where he met other people. One of them was an elderly man, James Black, the supervising special agent in charge of the investigation in Japan. Next to him was CIA agent Subaru Okiya. Jodie eyed him suspiciously. She hadn't seen him since the day on the roof of the Haido City Hotel. But she owed him her life, right? If he hadn't stopped her in the mall after she ran after Bourbon haphazardly, Chianti would have struck her with a bullet.She wanted to ask why he was here, but James took the trouble for her.

"The CIA is ready to share all information it has with us. It is mainly data that was recorded by Mizunashi Rena on the data stream and sent to Okiya-san in encrypted form."

Conan looked amazed.

"So ... everything she knew is on this device?"

James nodded.

"Yes, and now that you are here, I would like to share it with you."
Haido meters from the former office building of the Aonuma group. Dusk.
Cognac smoked his cigarette and Brandy swiped the touchpad on her locator.

"How does it look? Are the details correct?" He wanted to know.

Brandy nodded slightly.

"They are. I already told Scotch that this is clearly the FBI's command center," she assured me.

Cognac grinned cockily.

"I hope so too. I took a risk by showing myself and putting the transmitter under the agent's car," he complained.

Brandy didn't look at him.

"And me? I went to the extra mile to kill Takahata, who wasn't even on the list. But Scotch said it had to be someone who lives close to the Mori Detective Agency. This is the only way to attract the boy and thus also the FBI. Even if I can't figure out why the dwarf is so important to you. ", she just mumbled.

Cognac looked at his cell phone, his eyes longing for the image of the target on it. It was an old man, American. FBI agent. Scotch was smart. If the head of the operation died, the agents would also be called back. That's how politics worked, that's why he was now the boss's right-hand man.

"How are we going to do it? The old wolf and fox game?" Brandy asked with a smile.

Cognac played with the brim of his hat and nodded in agreement.

"Let me guess. I'm the wolf again, right? I'm always the wolf."
Tokyo Police Headquarters
There was nothing left to do. The forensic investigation was finished and no witnesses could be found. Chiba questioned the neighbors and tomorrow Takahata's business partners would appear here. Takagi would interrogate them with the inspector and see if anyone had a motive to murder him. But was the perpetrator really male in this case? Brandy right? Red witch. If Inspector Morofushi is right, this is a serial killer who killed not only in Tokyo, but also in Nagano and other places. He groaned. Yet again? Just last month he attended a conference to confront what is known as the 'Tanabata Killer'. It had been interesting, he got to know a lot of nice colleagues. However, he saw this unpleasant and extremely annoying inspector from the Gunma region again.He had met him on a case a year ago. Inspector Yamamura seemed funny at the time to imitate Kogoro Mori. Why did such a guy become an inspector and he was still a commissioner? Incomprehensible. As he stomped to his desk, he recognized a familiar face. It was a girl he had seen a few times.

Masumi Sera. She gave him a childish smile. A colleague in uniform had brought them here and was