File One: Bad Guys?
"I'll consider taking the case, sir, but that's all I promise," said Shin'ichi.
"Well, see that you do," grunted Watanabe Shingo, the rising computer software magnate, as he exited the door of the mansion. Or rather, Watanabe would be rising in the industry if he could ditch his blackmailers—a problem he hoped the renowned Detective of the East could solve. "The last thing I need to deal with are these jack-booted thugs!"
What a pompous jerk, thought Shin'ichi as he recalled their conversation. The blackmail concerned Watanabe's innocent daughter, but all the man cared about was his money.
Suddenly, however, a round face appeared by Shin'ichi's knee. Blinking, the boy tugged at his pant leg and asked, "Daddy, what's a 'jack-booted thug'?"
"Hmph," huffed Shin'ichi. He leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching as the limousine sped into the night. "I think he just left."
"Shin'ichi," warned Ran, carrying the empty coffee tray into the kitchen. Gesturing toward their son with a nod of her head, she added, "I don't think that's the best way to define it."
"Seems accurate to me," replied Shin'ichi, with a smirk; but at Ran's frown, he relented. "Well, Conan," he said, kneeling to meet him at eye level, "that's just a fancy way of saying a 'bad guy'."
At that, the little mirror image of Shin'ichi balled his fists eagerly. "And we catch bad guys and bring them to justice—right, Daddy?"
As Shin'ichi paled, Ran burst into a fit of giggles.
"Uh, right," Shin'ichi muttered, ruffling Conan's hair. Coughing, he straightened, dusted himself off, and headed for the study. "I think I'll get started on that case now."