Midori the Villain

Karma

~Police Station~

After being checked out at the hospital, Izumi was immediately brought to the police station

“The rescue workers tried to salvage as much as they could from your apartment but there wasn't much left." The social worker told Izumi, sliding two boxes at her feet. Izumi eyed it with dull broken eyes and a tight lipped frown.

“Thank you.” She replied numbly

After being checked out by the hospital she was immediately brought into the police station to be questioned and provided for. They gave her hot soup, a change of clothes, and a cot to sleep on while she waited for the social workers to do their thing.

“You don't have any other contracts other than your deceased mother listed. Is there any family You want us to call or maybe a friend of the family?”

“Everyone is dead or too far away to care.” She shut her eyes. “I've no one left.”

“I see...well we can set you up with a foster family for the time being.” She started opening up a file and paused when the door opened.

“Excuse me,  may I have a moment of your time?” One of the detectives popped in holding up a file. “I want to see if she recognizes any of the suspects we’ve brought in.”

“Of course, Detective… Izumi?” The social worker turned to her. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

“I’ll be fine.” Izumi pulled the blanket they’d given her tighter around her shoulders and glanced up as the Detective started setting pictures out in front of her.

“Thank you for your cooperation, Izumi. Now then, do you recognize any of these faces.”

“Yes,” she said immediately, her eyes flickering over all of them. “I recognize them all. They’re members of a notorious arsenal gang. I’ve seen them on TV and online news articles.”

“You’ve a good memory. They haven’t been on the news for several years.” The detective nodded, thinking the kid could make an excellent cop. “Have you seen any of them around your neighborhood before?”

“No I…” she drifted off and paused taking a closer look at one. She picked up the picture and studied it. “Wait a minute… this one kinda looks like one of my neighbors, but younger.”

“Kaito Lee, you’ve seen him?”

“No, but… there’s a man who lives in my building named Ryuuji.  I only know his name because the landlord has to bang on his door and shout to collect rent. He’s a drunkard and often shouts at kids from his window.” She went a little blue faced. “He yelled at me when I bumped into him on my way to school. Told me to get my skinny butt out of his way. He’s not very nice.”

“Excellent.” The detective nodded. “We’ll bring Mr. Ryuuji in for questioning and if we’re right and he has a connection with Kaito, then that’s the motive we’re looking for. Thank you for your time, Izumi, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

When Izumi only numbly nodded the detective rubbed the top of her head comfortingly before exiting. He let out a heaving breath and turned to the social worker.

“That was a big help. Luckily she’s got an incredible memory.”

“She’s a bright kid, I’m so sorry this happened to her.” The social worker agreed sighing heavily. “Detective Tsukauchi… I’m a citizen of the law, but isn’t there someway we could avoid having her go into foster care? There’s gotta be someone we could call, someone she’s familiar with.”