Chapter #3The Party Kidnapping Case by: Unknown Conan sighted as he looked around the classroom, his bespectacled eyes being drawn to the front where a seven year old girl was sitting, working on the math problem that was written on the blackboard. Her name was Ikumi Koga, the daughter of a rich and powerful businessman, Yuuto Koga, the CEO of the largest computer and technology manufacturing company in Japan. He wasn't looking at her due to personal interest, but about something he had discovered last weekend, at the end of another case
"And that is how you committed the murder Mr. Richards" Conan spoke into his voice changer, his voice coming out as that of his honorary uncle, Kogoro Moure "And Detective Takagi has already been given the evidece, so don't bother trying to argue your way out."
"Damn it no!" the blonde british man screamed as two officers placed handcuffs on him "You son of a bitch! You won't get away with this!"
"I recommend you keep quiet" the inspector said, walking over to the slumped over form of Kogoro, Conan quickly dashing out from his hiding spot behind him "Great job as usual Moure!" the inspector exclaimed, giving the sleeping man a smack on the back, jolting him awake
"Uh?" the man slurred, still half asleep
"Yeah, you did great Oji-San!" Conan chirped in a childish tone "That guy never saw it coming!"
"Uh, yeah of course I did! I am the great Kogoro Moure after all!" the man said, a huge smile on his face as he boasted
"Oh brother..." Conan whispered under his breath, zoning out the private eye's ramblings "I just keep making his head bigger... Wait, what's that?" he wondered as something on the floor caught his eye, a small piece of paper with something typed on it. The boy picked it up and skimmed it quickly
Asahi, while the offer for work is appriciated and the amount is indeed tempting, I'm going to pass up on this one. Normaly, I would have no problem helping along with a kidnapping, especialy one this easy, but I've heard horror stories about Koga and his security. YOur goign to have to find someone else to help you bag the girl. Signed Norman Richards
"This must have fallen out of his pocket..." Conan thought, glancing over to the squad car, where the officers where shoving the still screaming Richard into the backseat "He got offered a job to kidnap some one. Koga... why does that name sound familiar...." his eyes snapped open as he remembered where he heard the name "Ikumi! They want to kidnap her!" quickly turning around, he called the inspector over and gave him the note.
Unfortunate, that's where his luck in this case ended. The inspector said that it was worth looking into and told him he would get back to Moure if he found something. For the next three days, Conan stayed up till the middle of the night, listening in on Moure's phone conversations and hadn't heard anything from the inspector. After that, he tried explaining it to Kogoro, only for the man to pick him up by the back of his shirt and toss him onto the couch, screaming at him to stay out of police business. With that as a dead end, he tried to go to Agasa and Ai, only to find them out of town for a conference out of town, with Ai leaving strick instructions not to enter her lab.
That left him pretty much alone, since he felt that he couldn't share this with the other Detective Boys. So right now, he needed a way to get close to his classmate
"Oh, Ikumi-chan!" he heard the voice his friend Ayumi, looking up, he saw the cheerful girl walking into the classroom, waving to the chubby girl "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you Ayumi-chan" Ikumi said with a smile. Conan couldn't help but grin. If she was having a party, he had his way in.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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