[WEEK 2: Saturday evening post-trial, lounge and elsewhere; Andersen]

[nowyouseeit]

[as promised, after the trial Kaito can be found at the lounge! if it's still a mess he's totally ignoring the blood, thanks. he's got his typical chocolate milk in hand and is already blowing bubbles into it via the straw]

[when Andersen arrives, he gives a wave]

Yo.

How're you feeling?

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[nowyouseeit]

[welcome to do-gooder life, Andersen]

Go big, or go home, huh.

[tilts his head to the side a bit]

I don't intend to disappoint. I hope you don't, either.

[nowyouseeit]

[he shakes his head]

Then take this chance to punch life in the face and make something better of it, yeah?

[that's]

[so shounen]

[nowyouseeit]

We did agree to an alliance last week, didn't we?

[in a manner of speaking!]

So if you need my help, I'll be glad to give it.

[nowyouseeit]

[raises his eyebrows]

Doesn't necessarily have to be tracking. It could be trapping, too.

[actually, didn't he catch Kurusu doing something like that to his room earlier this week?]

[nowyouseeit]

Nothing yet, except for the cliche trip wire traps.

[tapping his cheek thoughtfully with one finger]

Setting that up for everyone without them noticing would be pretty difficult, though.

[nowyouseeit]

[rubs the back of his head, a frustrated noise escaping his lips]

But if we only go for those who're outwardly suspicious, we might miss the real culprit.

Maybe you were more on point with tracking? I dunno. . . is there a way to set up some kinda surveillance in this motel?

[he highly doubts the motel staff will give them video cameras if they ask, BUT. . .]

[nowyouseeit]

[. . .! her perks up immediately once Andersen mentions that role. of course-- how could he have forgotten?]

The tape recorder. . .

[he frowns, brows furrowed]

But that'd require us to know who the private investigator is.

[nowyouseeit]

[another pause, and a slow grin works its way onto his mouth. this sounds like progress!]

Heh! I'm glad you're so well connected, Tiny Tot.

[hmmm. . .]

The private investigator could hide the device in a room on Thursday night, leaving it on to record whatever sounds it can pick up. It'd have to be some place someone would need to pass by on their way to kill another person, no matter where they're coming from. A central room. The lobby, maybe?

[nowyouseeit]

That makes you sound even more like an old man, I hope you know.

[so amused]

. . . but speaking of materials, I think-- Rachel? And I were gonna see if we could request the right chemicals to make luminol. That'd help us with future investigations for sure.

[nowyouseeit]

Where I come from, luminol's a common investigative tool to detective trace amounts of blood at a crime scene.

It can even pick up on blood that's been wiped away, so long as nobody used bleach to clean the mess up.

[nowyouseeit]

. . . we hadn't really thought about that, honestly.

[they're not even sure they can get the materials to make it]

[nowyouseeit]

That'd be fine with me. I'd have to ask Rachel to make sure, though. But it sounds like she trusts you, so. . .