Shinichi frowned when the other guy did. Was it something he’d said? Maybe he’d been a little short with him, but…oh well. He gave Scott a slightly kinder smile. “Bassist? As in electric bass, or upright?” He was pretty sure it was electric, given the way the guy was dressed (lucky bastard had gotten his clothing back, somehow), but one could never tell. There was a difference between observation and assumption, and Shinichi didn’t want to make the mental leap without better proof.

The detective groaned. “Crap, I wrote it down but I didn’t bring my notebook along with me.” He needed his free had for his flashlight, after all. “Um…let me see if I can remember. Something about us enjoying the changes, and…visitors tomorrow.” Had it seriously only been a week since Ran had been here? It felt so much longer than that. Shinichi watched Scott go through the desk for a moment, and then started looking for his own clues. The pills that Scott had found were the most interesting thing he could see straight off. “Aren’t those things supposed to make you paranoid if you use them too much?”