Out in the city of Obihiro, Jack Verrill, despite keeping a low profile, the latters birthday was unexpected even to him. What better exception to go exploring for a certain criminologist?
Sgt./Nishin kept his eyes peeled for anything interesting. The butler was one of his topics of interest, so there wasn’t much trouble in taking a closer look. He tapped a mic attached to his neck, taking a seat on a bench at a nearby park.
“Father, you know Verrill as a subordinate around Chuohku, right?”
“Yes. I don’t rather pay attention to others who are being watched such as myself, but he is a special case. Something just draws me to him, why is he one of your clients anyway?”
“There’s something more to him. After Yuno published that hell of a book exposing all those DRB gangsters? Well, that’s probably the wrong term…”
“Maybe a little much, but good luck.”
—Later, Kamiyama Mailbox—
Inside…Was a yellow spiral pin, reminiscent of his team symbol.
Daiki was confused at the sight of the little pin in his mailbox. For one, it was the only thing in his sad little box - there was no wrapping such as an envelope or box to hold it, nor was there any note attached to it to identify where it had come from. Daiki knew it looked very much like his own butler's pin. Perhaps… Perhaps the pest had accidentally left evidence to the fact he was snooping around his mailbox!
Quickly, Daiki started to march up to his floor before rapping against the door to his butler's abode.
“Hey, Jack! Were you going through my mail?! It's a crime you know!” No response. Frustrated, Daiki started to jiggle the door only to be interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him.
Standing only steps away from Daiki, Jack stared him down with a stern look. “Is something the matter, young master?”
“W-Woah! How long were you standing there?!”
“I just returned home, young master.”
“O-Oh… Well, hey! Explain this!” Thrusting the small metallic pin towards Jack, Daiki began to wave it in his face. “You were snooping around my stuff again, weren't you?! Doing my laundry is one thing, but my mail is a step too far!”
“I haven't gone through your letterbox today?”
“Now, now, could you stop waving that thing in my face and allow me to look at it?”
That halts the young heir's nagging, allowing Jack to take the pin off Daiki to take a closer look. “I'm afraid this isn't mine…”
“This is not my pin. The emblem is off.”
“Huh? Lemme see!” Snatching it back from the butler, Daiki squints the pin. His face squashing in focus before it stretches into a look of surprise. “It's completely wrong!”
The butler hums in a mix of acknowledgement and pondering. “Perhaps it's a gift? A fan got their birthday present mixed up?”
“Whaaat? Something as lame as this thing?”
“There's no need to be rude.”
“Whatever! It's yours now. Keep it!”
Tossing it at the butler, Jack catches it with ease. Watching Daiki stomp back into his apartment with another grumble about staying out of his business, Jack is left standing alone with the pin in the palm of his gloved hand.
Curiously, Jack looks it over. Something felt off with the make of the pin. The edges didn’t seem to align quite right. Trusting his gut, Jack removes his gloves to scratch at the little pin, uncapping it to reveal a hidden microphone. The sight of the thing, smaller than his fingernail, was amusing to the butler as he easily crushed it between his forefingers. Then, without another word, he reassembled the pin and walked into his apartment with a little chuckle. "What a strange gift..."
Thank you for the gift! And thanks for clarifying some stuff. Sorry, I kinda took a few liberties with what you gave me. Hope you don't mind (>_<)
