Heiji, upon informing his nurse that no, he didn't need to draw his feelings, shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked over to the bulletin. He swore, if Shinichi wasn't prancing around like he was so goddamn happy to have a case, Heiji would've punched his teeth in for the most recent crack about his accent. Shinichi was just lucky that Heiji wasn't enough of a douchebag to reveal his 'little' secret.

The detective flipped through other bulletin posts, looking to see if anyone was coming forward. Someone was, but Shinichi was interviewing them. Man, and Kenren wasn't even coming forward to talk--guy must've been really messed up. Maybe he'd even seen Sanzo die.

Once he was satisfied with his bit of research, he flopped down on a couch and watched the flow of traffic. Someone here had killed a man, and it was his job to figure out who. How could he do that, though, when he had little to no authority over witnesses and suspects?

[Free! Would like to talk to someone who knew Sanzo, if possible! ^^;;]