The petite woman stepped into the interrogation room, her golden hair tied into two curly pigtails. She was dressed in a Gothic black and red dress, carrying a small parasol.
Ishikawa Kimiyama furrowed his brows. "Who are you?"
"The one taking over this case. You can leave now," Emily said, waving her hand dismissively, her presence powerful.
Okayama Buji stepped forward from behind her, showed his credentials, then patted Ishikawa Kimiyama's shoulder. "Get out. This case is ours now."
Ishikawa Kimiyama exhaled in relief and nodded. "Okay."
Rumi Yoshizawa, who had been on the verge of tears, was puzzled by this sudden change. Given Emily's attire, which had nothing to do with the police, why was she here?