"Miss Nakano," Okuno Yasuharu knocked on the interrogation room partition door, speaking courteously to the glasses girl Nakano Eri and the others, "Would you like to have dinner first?"
Nakano Eri shifted her gaze from the one-way mirror, where the home invasion theft suspect was stubbornly refusing to give up accomplices. It looked like they wouldn't be getting off work anytime soon, so she nodded and said, "Then let's have dinner before grilling this guy a bit more."
Working as a detective wasn't easy, with no clear distinction between day and night. It was common to not return home for several days, not to mention having meals here, and she had now basically gotten used to this home-free life—the police station always permeated a strange odor, a mix of stinky feet, sour sweat, leftover instant noodles, and rotten food, all courtesy of them.
