Undercover || Detective Conan

9

Amuro just agreed to finish their conversation and save his pride but she continued pressing further.

"If you're not doing it for the information, why did you kissed me?"

This made him blush madly, "I just ... felt like it."

Marsala grinned and she resembled a devil planning something, "Really? Then out of your sexual desire you just kissed me? Or that's just what you're saying to hide the fact that you're trying to get closer to me personally and make it easier to obtain information?"

Bourbon scowled, "Marsala-san, not once have I thought to fool you like that."

This surprised her because he suddenly became serious. She became amused and tilted her head further, engraving his lethal face in her memory. 

Her phone on the table rang. Upon seeing Rye's name on the screen, Marsala quickly took it and answered before Bourbon could see it.

"Hello?"

She could hear a rustling on the other line followed by a series of tapping. He's hiding his phone inside his pocket? Morse code? Marsala continued to listen until she understood what he meant.

HUNTING.SCOTCH

Marsala suddenly stood up, the chair falling down the floor. "Bourbon! Get the car!"

"What is it?" Bourbon asked but he followed what she said, running to the coat rack to get his white jacket.

"It's Scotch!" Marsala yelled and Bourbon saw that she was alarmed. Why is she making such face just for someone she met months ago? 

"What's happening?"

She didn't answered Bourbon and just went ahead him and snatched the keys to his car, "I'll drive. You seat on the shotgun."

They wasted no time and Marsala drove away, Bourbon looked confused. "Did Scotch leave you any message?" She asked, glancing at his direction.

Bourbon checked his message and Scotch did left a voice message. He played it and Marsala heard his friend's sincere voice.

[Sorry, Furuya. They've found out I'm PSB. Looks like the only way out is the otherworld.] There was a moment of silence then a deep sigh, [Goodbye, Rei.]

Marsala bit the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from being affected of such emotion to someone who's almost a stranger.

"Marsala." He whispered and she glanced to see him looking angry as hell.

"Yeah." She stepped on the gas to get there as fast as she can, following the directions from the location Rye sent to her.