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"Don't you worry about a thing, pal! I know a shortcut!"

"What?"

"Short-cut" was apparently the English word for "slam Doujima into the window yet again," because that was exactly what happened. The detective gritted his teeth and held onto the clothing hook for dear life. How had he gotten into this situation? Oh, right -- some idiot deciding it'd be a great idea to host a tour in the middle of a murder investigation. And to send the two detectives with the most work to do out to fetch the kids. "Slow down, dammit!" he yelled over the roar of traffic. "You wanna get us killed or something?"

His would-be partner, a great big lump of a man called Dick Gumshoe, gave him a clueless look. "Huh?"

Doujima held up a fist and mimed hitting it.

"Ohhh. Ha ha, guess ya don't need a phrasebook for that ..." said Gumshoe, drooping in his seat.

Gumshoe's Japanese was even worse than Doujima's English, but violence was a universal language. Doujima should have felt bad about that. He might have a couple months ago, but after meeting Prosecutor von Karma, he suddenly didn't feel so bad about the occasional threat. Besides, he’d already had his fill of bumbling, innocuous partners. He still couldn’t help but wince every time the man grinned; it reminded him entirely too much of Adachi. "Why?" he asked in English, gesturing roughly out the window.

His partner waved a hand. "Short-cut! 'cause, uh." They hit a trashcan, which sailed narrowly over the top of the car. "We're running kinda late."

"Late?" It was the only word Doujima had understand out of the entire sentence. He got the impression he didn't really need to understand the rest.

The car careened again, this time squealing out of the alleyway and back onto the street. For a brief, heart-stopping second, Doujima thought they were on the wrong side of the road. He was never going to get used to driving on the right side, especially with Gumshoe behind the wheel. "Kinda sorta. We're not doin' that bad, pal. And we'll be there in a coupla minutes," said Gumshoe, brightly.

"What? -- nevermind, I'll get the dictonary," said Doujima, grabbing it before Gumshoe could take his hands off the wheel. It was an ordinary pocket-sized dictionary, with hiragana for あ　to 　ん　scrawled along the sides for easy navigation. They'd already had several conversations that consisted mostly of looking things up in the dictionary and pointing. If not for Shirogane's help (and she was often busy with more important matters), this assignment would have been completely unbearable.

Before he could find the entry for "pal," the car jolted to an abrupt halt. Doujima muttered something under his breath and rubbed his head. "Done?" he said in English.

"Safe and sound!" said Gumshoe. He seemed very proud of the fact that he'd almost killed them both. Waving for Doujima to follow, he headed up to the front of the hotel.

Doujima stepped slowly out of the car and tried very hard not to hate the world. The world was making it very difficult at the moment, what with the way it insisted on spinning while he walked. He braced himself against the car before following Gumshoe in.