Present Day
"Hey, look at this, Frank," The detective held up some photos to the officer in between his bouts of road rage.
"I'm looking at the road,"
"They found several unregistered weapons in the back of one of his drawers," Hajiri continued, "Fascinating, see, we could've ruled out the victim's criminality if the weapon wasn't theirs, right? But if they were in possession of arms, then we may have stumbled on an internal dispute.."
The officer proceeded to cuss out the car in front of them in English. "Don't know why we didn't take a cop car.. we'd get here a lot faster."
"Aw," Hajiri grinned, "But your Mini Cooper is adorable." He pulled down the visor and a photo fluttered to the ground. "Wait, who's this?"
"Kojima, I will crash this vehicle! And get your feet off my dash!"
Tucking his legs up in front of him, he turned his attention back to the evidence. "But if it's such a clean job, why would they leave a body?"
"To leave a message, I'm sure."
"Don't jump to conclusions, 3012." The detective mocked, deepening his voice with a faux-American accent, which Franklin ignored, preoccupied with traffic.
"You know, I never mind using English if that's easier," Hajiri continued in the officer's native tongue.
"We'd make people wary." The cop replied in Japanese.
"They do teach English in school," The inspector responded, despite having never been to a public school.
"We can't afford to make people wary." They pulled up to the parking lot of a crumpling apartment building in silence, Hajiri turning his attention back to his files.
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Detective Hajiri; Volume One
Mistero / Thriller"He wasn't young." "Seventeen is young, Kojima." "No it's not," The detective stated, matter-of-factly, now turned away from the scene. Moonlight traced a silver line across his features, lighting only his narrowed eyes. "They recruit them young. Mu...
