"What's your name?" Fujiwara Yu smiled politely at the female investigator with a very good attitude.

"I'm Judy Stelling." Judy paused, then after receiving a hint from Xiu's eyes, she started the car and asked, "Why is Mr. Clare here? Did he get a vacation?"

Fujiwara Yuu's gaze flickered to something, and he leaned his weight against the wing of the seat, his voice filled with regret:

"Well, I did come here for vacation, but something unpleasant happened along the way, so I didn't get to see the Golden Apple musical... Hey, Investigator Judy, you should feel bad about it too, right?"

golden apple.

Judy Stelling's left eyelid twitched as she realized Claire had seen the ticket stub she'd hidden under her glasses case. But how had Claire targeted Sharon Wynyard? Could it be that the CIA had also...

Akai Shuichi calmly stuffed the ticket stub under his glasses case into his glasses case and changed the subject directly:

"If you're on vacation, would you like to come over for a drink tonight?"

"Okay, I'll be happy to accompany you."

"Judy, take him back to the apartment. I have some personal matters to take care of. Take me to Halson's place."

"Hey? Back to our apartment?"

Judy Stelling widened her eyes in surprise. She didn't understand Xiu's behavior. She wanted to bring the man with suspicious whereabouts back to their safe house. Is this really... okay?

Akai Shuichi guessed Judy's concerns. He played with the matchbox in his hand and said calmly:

"No problem. Remember to treat him to bourbon and Scotch. The kid doesn't like rye."

"Oh well."

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Fujiwara Yu, who was called "kid", stared with half-moon eyes, crossed his arms over his chest and said nothing. He always felt that he had created a perfect opportunity to let the two FBIs show their affection in front of him.

Our apartment?

Haha, boring.