"Somebody is suppressing the information? Wait… is someone covering for him?"
Sunny glanced at her, wondering if she was being sincere or simply pretending not to know. For some reason, he felt inclined to trust his new partner… which was not at all like him. However, she had been pushed onto him by the superiors, which put her true allegiances under question.
Eventually, he shrugged.
"Someone is covering something, that is for sure. As for who and why — don't ask questions about things you are not qualified to learn, rookie. You'll live longer."
She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could, he added in a cold tone:
"Evidence. Without evidence, nothing you and I might think we know matters. So, keep an open mind and follow the evidence — inheriting my suspicions will only cloud your judgment."
Effie gave him a long look, then giggled.
"Wow, partner! You almost sounded like a real detective just now!"
Sunny grimaced.
"What the hell are you talking about? I am a real detective."
She remained silent for a while, studying him with a strange expression. Her mask of carefree nonchalance seemed to crack a little, revealing a hint of the keen and astute person hiding beneath.
Eventually, Effie leaned back and asked something odd:
"Hey. Do you… do you really not remember?"
Sunny raised an eyebrow, confused.
"Remember what?"
She hesitated for a few moments.
"Who you are?"
He frowned deeply.
'What is that supposed to mean?'
"Are you drunk or something, fool? I am Sunny, a detective from the Homicide Division of Mirage PD. Your senior."
Effie studied him for a few moments more, then smiled sheepishly, seeming perfectly laid-back and easygoing once again.
"Sorry, senior! I meant… you're the infamous Devil Detective, after all! That's all."
'What a weirdo.'
Letting out an amused scoff, Sunny pressed a little harder on the gas.
He didn't mind weirdos.
To be honest, he was not the most sane person himself.