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She needed a way to knock out the maid and the detective's daughter. She hadn't thought to pack chloroform. Yes she had chloroform. Don't ask.
This was the reason she was giving KID a heart-attack at the moment.
As soon as the detective and disguised-as-a-detective arrived back, Gabe hooked her arm around the teen's neck and harshly whispered “I need knockout gas and I need it now. We have a plan but the maid and the detective's daughter are in the way.”
KID's disguised face spasmed “Ho- wha- ...fine.” the teen relented, handing over an aerosol can.
Gabe nodded, stuffing it in her fannypack, which was now bulging from the addition “I know a chain-smoker when I smell one, KID. The smell never leaves the clothes.” she said as if to answer him, patting his back before relinquishing him and heading inside as if they'd never spoken.
Kaito, meanwhile, was left behind to sweat nervously while repeating “What-the-fuck-what-the-fuck-what-the-fuck-what-the-fuck?!” in his head.
These foreign detectives were going to be the death of him!
~
She may never be able to smell ketchup without thinking of this fustercluck. “Shooting” Hakuba had been more harrowing than she'd anticipated, but at least she'd managed to catch the other two ladies in the bathroom and put them to sleep without any real effort. The door handle had also been nerve-wracking, but she had managed to spot the hole the needle would shoot up through and had not had her hand over it. Of course, unlike she remembered happening in the episode, she decided to fall face-down so that she didn't have to keep her eyes open for an unnaturally long time. Although, having to listen to the Green Idiot and Mouri-not-Mouri act out the last bit of their little charade made it difficult to not bust a gut. She really wanted to laugh, because it was so stupid in hindsight.
Once the kid walked in, after they'd all “died”, Gabe finally moved from her spot on the floor. And peered at the screen as the boy started typing.
I have found the treasure
I will tell you at the entrance
-The Seventh Detective
Cheeky, to the point-
and creepy.
Good, the kid had taken to heart her comment about creeping the woman out. Because kids were the creepiest things in horror movies. Right next to old people.
Pitting one horror trope against another, fight!
She needed help.
Following a couple dozen steps behind the kid is easy enough, and standing outside the dining room eavesdropping is even easier, because she doesn't really want to talk to the old hag, nor does she really care about her tragic backstory. She could just as well have gone to the police when the fatty came up with the murderous plot, but no. She didn't. So no sympathy from her.
The clatter of the clock hitting the floor made her flinch, but otherwise, she didn't move as she waited silently with the other three for the opportune time to show themselves.
“The paint chipped off to reveal... and the weight of it, I see, this entire clock is made of gold!”
Well, probably not the mechanisms, but she understood what he meant. That was a lot of gold. Of course, that wasn't all of it, but he couldn't know that.
“As you promised, Senma-san. Where's the way out?”
“There is none. I was planning to die here as well. I guess Oogami-san believed me when I said I'd tell him after dinner, though...”
Gabe sighed as she stepped to the side and leaned against the door, pushing it open with her weight as she walked backwards into it and turned as it did “What a waste of a perfectly good Detective you are, Senma Furuyo.” she drawled, getting a slight sense of satisfaction from her shocked face.
That was the trigger the others needed to start complaining.
“What am I going to do about my best suit?” Mouri-not-Mouri lamented, perhaps actually feeling bad about the gigantic stain since they were borrowed clothes. Gabe would have to help the detective's daughter in cleaning it, she felt a teeny bit bad because she knew they didn't really have the money to spend on a completely new suit. Mie knew all the different ways to get rid of stains, the thing would be good as new since it was only ketchup.
“That's why I said this wasn't going to work.” Hakuba pompously said, wiping his face.
Gabe just looked at him “And I distinctly remember asking if you had a better idea. Which you didn't. Besides, you all saw how thrown for a loop Senma was when the kid started deducing. She totally would have spilled the beans if there had been anything to spill.”
She was right and the boy knew it, if the baleful glare was anything to go by.
Because yes, the plan had worked perfectly, and if there had been a pre-determined way out, they would have gotten it straight from the horse's mouth.
“Di-did you do all this just to ask about the way out?” the old woman asked, obviously shocked that normal people wouldn't automatically resort to killing, which...
“A detective worth their salt does not resort to murder, Senma-obaasan. The fact that you didn't see this coming shows just how low you have sunk.” the Finn bluntly accused.
Although she mused as the others begun explaining the entire ruse and deductions to the woman, Gabe wondered how no one realized that the kid had to have reached all these conclusions himself. No one had told him. Truly, there was a prodigy present.
She wondered... given Ran's White Lotus characteristics, the girl would forgive her easily enough if she acted apologetic. An irritating trait, but useful in this case. It wouldn't take much to convince the girl to give her access to Conan. And she doubted Conan would say no to being her apprentice of sorts. It was obvious the boy got no real mental stimulation from living with the Mouris, but perhaps with her...
And it would be beneficial to him too, to be able to blame strange knowledge on her teachings, since apparently the boy was traumatized into hiding his smarts around adults. She remembered Mouri's penchant for hitting him, so she didn't blame him, really.
He'd be safe under her tutelage, though. She couldn't wait to see just what the kid could do.
~
The helicopter was surprisingly big on the inside, especially considering their luggage was also in there. Honestly, Gabe was more busy trying to keep herself in check when Ran once again opened her mouth to spew nonsense.
“What part of 'Kaito KID was obviously not the culprit' did you not understand, Mouri-chan?”
Ah, she failed.
The girl started stuttering but didn't seem to offended or shocked this time. Oh, maybe she hadn't sabotaged herself immediately after trying to get her shallow forgiveness.
As the old woman and the green-suited douche began conversing, Gabe took out her cellphone and started texting one of the many people that apparently owed her favours. She had read all of her files after coming to terms with her status as a detective and let her tell you, she wasn't as law-abiding as the job would suggest. She had more than a few shady contacts and even more shady former clients. One of such clients was a lawyer that had been accused of forging a will. As it was, he hadn't forged that specific will and she'd proven it. Ergo, the man who hadn't gotten caught for faking the wills he had faked owed her.
And there was an entire mansion made of gold that belonged to the now-deceased Detective Oogami.
Ergo, if the man wanted in on the literal goldmine, he would help her get it seemingly legally and they'd both be happy.
And then the helicopter's door was opened.
“Mitä vit-!?” the Finn squawked, almost dropping her phone in her shocked flailing, then noticing that Senma had jumped out of the chopper. Oh, right. This bullshit.
Before KID could jump after her, Gabe yelled “The suit, dumbass! Mouri ain't made of money!”
Said suit was thrown in her face, so she missed the kid actually jumping out after the old lady.
Conan was the only one present, besides her, who was not shocked by the Phantom Thief's presence and reveal. Honestly. And these two idiots called themselves detectives. Gabe folded Nemuri no Kogoro's best suit so that nothing was left behind when his daughter took it with him. After that was done, she looked outside with the rest of the group to take a better look at the mansion, which was now revealed in all it's glory.
“The walls are peeling off...” the green egoistical detective said in disbelief.
“The clock must've been part of a much bigger mechanism...” Hakuba added.
Gabe couldn't help but quip something she'd been thinking ever since she'd remembered the entire thing was golden “This could all have been avoided if someone had just decided to renovate the damn place.”
The grimaces she got sent her way told her that no one could really argue, even if the sentiment was a little... well... bad taste? Let's go with that.
The kid, however, was looking at the place as if he'd realized something, which, now that she was thinking about it, may have been something to do with the name of the place.
Sunset Mansion... ah. Clever. Sort of. She still didn't like it.
Ah well, now to figure out how to get the ki-
Ah.
Ahahaha... she just had a great idea.