Ryo Adachi

"That is so fucking awful, you workaholic. So what do you do with your time off?"

Ryo sends the man a baleful glance, fully intending to reject him so he can go home and baby his wounded pride in peace but... he didn't want to go home. But that didn't mean he wanted to get drunk either.

Takuma misunderstands and takes the phone from Ryo. Nodding, "I worked with her on a couple shifts, but her boyfriend doesn't like me." He types in his email and contact names himself as 'the stray'. "She never said much and kept to herself most of the time."

Ryo's quiet as he mulls over the answer; ignorant to the new contact added.

"I last seen her two weeks ago. I won some money at the casino and bought an hour of her time. She's beautiful and funny, but I don't remember anything more than that. I usually doesn't remember because she drinks me under the table." He wonders if she's alright. They weren't close, but strangers bullshitting to pass time.

A bust.

Ryo notes everything said and ends it all with an X; indicating that the info was near worthless. Still, have to cover all bases.

"Thank you for your time." He pockets his phone and then offers a card with his name, email and phone number. "If anything comes up or you remember anything else, this is how you can reach m-"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ryo startles and hastily reaches back into his pockets to shut off the alarm on his phone. He swears it wasn't ever this fucking loud. For fucks sake.

In the silence that followed he stared down at the ground. "...sorry," he says awkwardly. "It's my end of the day reminder."

Tanaka continues to lead the man on his path home like a pair of street cats, without a care in the world.

Not that it was any of his business.

He nodded in answer. "She was arrested at the airport," he informed. It caused a whole scene and had the news raving for nearly two days. No point in trying to keep it secret when anyone can look it up online, in his opinion.

He coughs in response to Ryo. "Wow! You're an asshole." He fans the smoke away. Tanaka wasn't sure why Ryo was so offended in the first place, it was the truth. Was he supposed to lie? He leans down to grab his drink from the vending machine.

"They're in... your living room?" he clarified in disbelief. His shoulders visibly sagged at the news and he shook his head. This would be hilarious if it had been happening to anyone else. This is also why he always refused to do footwork- it was always the weirdest people that needed to be tracked down.

"And I suppose you see nothing wrong with that," he sighed, resigned to the news. Technically, this could be labeled as obstruction of justice (possibly theft?).

But was he willing to be that petty?

"Anyway.. That's part of why I wanted to talk with you. Does this apartment look familiar?" he asked, showing Tanaka a photo of a living room space. White leather couches, dark marble floors and curtains missing from the rack. A cleaning job done well.

"Come on, let's go sit down for your questions. I'm exhausted." Takuma takes the lead and sits on a street bench. "How've you been since the cafe?" He starts digging in his bag for his bottled water. Talking mindlessly while taking a sip of water.

"'m fine," he answered lowly. Ryo stands there awkwardly, seemingly looming over the younger man like a creep. Ugh. He takes the open seat beside his companion quickly to avoid being accused by any well-meaning passersby and angles his phone to show Takuma the screen. The phone showcases the selfie of a young woman and what seemed to be her boyfriend posing for the camera. A run-of-the-mill carefree couple.

The suggestion was a nice gesture but depending how this encounter goes, Takuma may change his mind in the exchange of emails. So he ignores it and offers over his phone.

He bowed his head to her once in apology. "I'm sorry for interrupting your..." He notices the excited ducks crowding the water behind her and his brow raised.

"You recognize me?" Uh oh. "You're not gonna say anythin' right?" He thinks of the pompsky in his apartment; wandering around with Yasui's ankle monitor. He's one phone call away from getting into some real trouble.

"She was reported missing three days ago. I can't disclose more than that," he takes out a stylus pen and begins taking notes on his phone.

Suddenly, he's painfully aware of his lack of ankle monitor. Yasui knows Ryo. The man worked on some cases that put his friends away for a long time. He just hopes Ryo doesn't know anything about him.

"I won't beat around the bush. You know me and I recognize you, so I'll cut to the chase." He raises his phone, showing Yasui the screen.

Turning, his eyes grow wide and he laughs in relief. "Oh, it's you. Um... we never got to finish that meal." He does look guilty and rubs the back of his neck. "Was my recommendations good at least?" Takuma starts to dig in his bag for the lighter.

"I didn't mind it." The recommendations actually became a favourite late breakfast meal.

Something that never fails to leave him unimpressed about police work and investigation was the ungodly amount of waiting involved. Wait and see, listen, learn, observe. He sighed, exhaling cigarette smoke and tried to enjoy the warm, spring scenery the park offered. All the while, pretending that he wasn't exhausted from the slow as hell crawl of the hour-

An unexpected press of a person against his back had him startled, along with the mousy squeak that accompanied it. Ryo looked over his shoulder before twisting around, one hand already up to placate.

"I'm an animal, dummy!"

His lips spread into an unpracticed smile and he shook his head.