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The London-bound train rattles to a start, leaving York Station with hissing steam.
“Here you go, sir.” The waiter hands him the menu with practiced ease. Bam sits at one of the tables in the dining car of the train, jaw tense and brows furrowed. It’s a rare occurrence for Wangnan to be this bothersome with what transpired on York Station. He acts like a woman, and this is why no woman is interested in him. Bam scans the available cuisines when his gaze wanders forward, zeroing instantly to a specific table.
“Sir?”
Bam shoots up from his seat, mumbles an “I’ll change tables,” ignores Shibisu on the way, and runs past several tables before inviting himself on one, a big grin stretching on his face at a familiar blue.
“Good day,” Bam greets, bright-eyed. “Professor.”
Khun Aguero Agnis widens his eyes for a moment, before smiling warmly at him. “The man on the Noahtic, the famous consultant detective Jyu Viole Grace.”
The table is filled with empty plates and saucers, aristocratic table manners at their full shine, and across him the math professor from before smiles carefree.
"There's no need to call me Viole or Grace, whatever. Bam is fine." He slides in smoothly.
"Excuse me." There's electricity threatening to hurt him—Khun Ran glares and it's as if he will call thunderstorms without batting a single eyelid. "You're too bothersome." Bam knows he's being rude, but surely Khun doesn't mind.
“Now, now,” Bam dismisses Ran with another smile and turns to Khun, “Listen to my story for a minute.”
“Of course,” Khun shifts in his seat, staring back at Bam, just as intense, and enthusiastically curious, “we were starting to get bored.”
Perfect. “To be honest, I came all the way to York to investigate a case, but it was all for nothing.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Right? I thought it might’ve been another of those serial murders of noblemen.”
Khun feigns a gesture of contemplation. “Serial killers…”
Bam nods and continues. “I deduced that the mastermind who framed Earl Reflejo and killed Earl Snake are one and the same. This so-called ‘Lord of Crime’ is a clever bastard.”
“I was wondering what you had to say. These two cases became the talk of the High Society, but...” Khun smiles at him, expectant. “It seems like you disagree with the official accounts of who the culprits are.”
“Exactly, the truth is different. There are two similar points these cases have.” Bam raises his hand, index and middle finger up in a gesture of two. “One, an evil noble died, and two, it became a big scandal.” Bam waves the fingers for emphasis. “These two crucial points.”
“You can’t say that having those in common is significant. Statistically speaking, two things aren't enough for concern. And moreover, when a noble dies, no matter how saintly they were in life, fallacies would still arise.”
“Yup, and one can’t say prove that the mastermind exists, but I confirmed it when I faced Benianimo Cassano. The Lord of Crime gave me a proposition through him. That if I kill Cassano, he would tell me about himself. A peculiar offer.” Bam pauses and relishes in Khun’s remarks. It’s pleasant to hear that someone on the same wavelength as him is as invested in this as he is.
“I didn’t accept and didn’t kill Cassano.”
“A wise decision.”
“Yes, however, it weighed on Cassano’s conscience…” Bam’s eyes focus on Khun, predator gaze watching each curl of the lips of the Math professor. “Right after we arrested him, he secretly told me the name of the mastermind.”
“So—” Bam leans in, chin propped up by his arms, and smiles, innocently accusing, “you are the mastermind, Khun Aguero Agnis.”
Ran touches the knife—
“I see,” Khun starts, cool and composed and unfazed. “That’s an amusing accusation. However, it is impossible to prove I didn’t do it. And—”
Khun meets his gaze, a blue spark in his challenging sharp eyes. “To prove ‘I did do it’ is your job, no?”
Ah, this man goes beyond his expectations. The feeling itself is addictingly exhilarating that Bam laughs, laughs wholeheartedly for the first time in days after Cassano’s frustrating case. “I’m joking! This will be a case of probatio diabolica, after all.” It won’t be once I find evidence.
“Still…” Bam beams at Khun and winks. “I would’ve liked you to be that sharp criminal, Aguero.”
What happens next has Bam falling deeper and deeper into the Crime Lord’s hands.
Khun leans back. Poised and relaxed and confident, he fluidly raises his arm on the backseat cushion, and he smirks.
“Catch me if you can, Mr. Grace.”
Bam’s heart races and skids to a stop.
“Would you be satisfied if I said that, Mr. Detective?”
At the sight, Bam’s giggles turn to a full-out laugh, booming in the half-empty train car. This is better than whatever he has expected from the start. A mystery worthy to solve, an intricate puzzle with well-hidden pieces.
“You really are the best! We will get along!” Bam happily declares to which Khun responds, “I was also joking.”
Bam asks, "If you were involved in Cassano's case, how would you infiltrate the mansion?"
"That is not appropriate for a mealtime conversation."
"Bam."
Shibisu walks into their conversation, his face in little creases of annoyance that Bam dismisses. He notices the other two and asks for their names.
Bam is more than delighted to do so. "This is the second son of the Khun family, Lord Aguero, and his half-sibling, Lord Ran, right?"
Ran ignores him.
Shibisu bows, "Please forgive my rudeness. I am Shibisu from Scotland Yard."
" The Shibisu. You have solved many cases." The compliment falls easily from Khun's mouth.
Flustered, Shibisu scratches his nape. "Ah, not really…"
"It was actually me, but I don't mind as long I'm able to solve mysteri—"
A piercing scream echoes in the dining car, coming from the next one—the compartments. The others scuffle to the next part of the train to see a woman, pale and wide-eyed, staring at a certain closed cubicle.
At the sight of people coming, she starts explaining, “I—Moments ago, I heard a loud noise next to my cabin and it bothered me so I came to and...” She closes her eyes, steps aside for them to see, too shaken to go on.
Bam tries to slide the door open, but it only budges from its place. “It’s locked.” Looking through the sliver of the curtains, Bam spots a body. “He’s dead.”
“What?”
Bam makes way. “Look.”
Khun peeks and nods. “It’s an obvious murder.”
“Murder!?”
“Hey, Aguero!” Shibisu’s panicked reactions fall deaf on Bam. “You’re probably free until we reach London too, right? Want to make a bet on which of us finds the killer first?” This is a perfect activity to pass time for the both of them. A battle of deductions is more worthwhile than standing idle.
Shibisu comments again how this is not a simple game.
“I see, however—” Khun points his hand behind him. “The case now got a little more complicated.”
Bam turns and sees Wangnan.
Wangnan with his whitened face twisted in a perturbed expression. On his clothes, a darkened blood stain is evident.
“Now.” Bam grins, “this is worth solving.”
-
“What is the commotion about, A.A.? I heard there’s a murder on the train?” Maria smoothly falls into step behind him. Everyone is gathered around the locked compartment and a complicated case. With an amused tone, she adds, “Ran was muttering curses under his breath before locking the compartment.”
“Ah.” Khun turns away from Bam's clamor with the railway police. “Yes, there is indeed a murder case right here.”
Maria shuffles closer and whispers, “Is it alright to involve ourselves? This doesn’t have a connection with us and it’s not necessary to do so.” She eyes the arguing detective.
“Correct, but an innocent civilian is suspected of murder and the railway police will not be able to catch the culprit on time.”
Maria looks at the window, the fields passing by in a motion blur. “They won’t.”
“Moreover, we only have 48 minutes before the next stop. Let’s simply carry our Noblesse Oblige here.”
“Of course.” She smiles at Khun with a twinkle in her eyes. “You don’t mind me tagging along, do you?”
Khun is aware that no matter how strong his logical arguments, it’s to dust when Maria has already decided. “Suit yourself.”
“I shall replace Ran, so you won’t be carried away with the detective.” Khun responds with a dismissive roll of his eyes.
“I’m telling you we’d have no problem in solving this in 48 minutes.” Bam insists with a confident smirk. There’s a challenge in the umber irises when Khun meets his gaze. “Right, Aguero?”
“No? I daresay we can solve it even before the time runs out.” Khun grins.
“Oho, gutsy!”
Khun raises an eyebrow with a proud smile, certain that this little game between them already has its victor.
“Though I am only here by chance, to uphold the pride of the Khun Family, I shall give my all.”
“It’s a contest to see who can find the culprit first!” Bam declares, baby face shining with excitement.
Maria blinks, then smiles. She won't interfere even if Khun gets carried away with their challenge. It’s not everyday you see Khun Aguero Agnis to be enthusiastic in a mundane matter such as this.
And, Maria has no right to spoil his fun.
Though, she can use this chance to have a profiling on Bam, whether her dear brother likes this or not.
Wangnan, who has been defending himself for the past minute, is escorted by the railway police, to be detained in the meantime before the culprit is caught.
“No time to lose. We’ll do this at once, Aguero!”
“My wish exactly.”
They start on the case immediately. Bam picking the lock open with practiced ease and Khun asking for the train’s current data (the floor plan, and a roster of the passengers and staff).
"The room was locked, " Shibisu muses, “Did the culprit lock the door and leave with the key?”
"Probably, we'll get to know soon enough—"
Bam opens the door and they are greeted with the stench of dead flesh and dried blood.
"—once we inspect the victim."
Assessing the scene, the corpse is slumped against the window wall, the front side facing them with the head thrown back. The neck is bathed in red as it sprayed to the right half of the compartment. In addition, the left arm rests on the cushion and the right arm limply on his side. On the left side cushion seat there is a red handprint , a toppled glass , and near the wall is a case with scratches on the lock. Muddy footprints and a spilled bottle are on the wooden floor. Lastly, the hook on where the room key should’ve been.
Maria stands by the Shibisu as she watches the two arrive at the crime scene’s analysis for a single minute. Bam crouches to check the belongings of the victim. “I see, so that’s why.”
“What? Did you find something about the culprit?”
Bam hums and starts explaining. “The victim is a jeweller from London, Chang Blarode. The culprit is male. He boarded the train at the first station in Durham. He tried to drug the victim to sleep so he could rob him, but failed, so he stabbed the victim with a knife.”
“How do you know?! So, it’s not a kill-to-steal situation?”
“It is evident.”
“It’s obvious.”
Maria can read the thoughts of Shibisu from his face. Two Bams? This Khun noble too?
“Could you please explain this?” requests Shibisu.
“Look—” Bam points at the footprints, “There are two sets of footprints. One of them is the victim’s and the other is someone who got on from Durham and wears an 8-inch shoe size.”
“How did you know the culprit boarded on Durham?”
Bam jerks a finger at Khun’s feet. “Aguero works at Durham. Take a good look at his shoes.” Shibisu does and sees the leather shoes are stained with mud.
“It was raining in Durham and it cleared when we reached York, the first stop.”
Shibisu nods in understanding. Khun picks up the glass on the couch and the spilled bottle. “It’s whiskey. The bottle is here too. There’s still a faint smell of chloral hydrate in the glass, mixed with the whiskey.” Khun lightly shakes the bottle. “When mixed with alcohol, it becomes a powerful sedative.”
“Yes, no matter how he did it, someone put this in the drink and offered it to the victim.”
“Then why did the culprit kill the victim?”
“That’s because something unexpected happened. That’s all.”
Shibisu makes a face. Khun adds his input. “This was definitely an unplanned killing. If killing this gentleman had been the culprit’s goal, there would’ve been no need to do it inside of a running train where he wouldn’t be able to escape afterwards.
“The culprit probably fed him the sedative and succeeded in putting the victim to sleep. However, either the victim had high resistance or the sedative was weak, so the victim woke up—that must have been the unexpected element.” Khun points at the stabbed wound on the neck. “Judging from the wound on his jaw, the weapon was probably something like a knife or a sharp object. The same marks were left on the lock of the suitcase.”
“I don’t see the knife, so the culprit probably left with it.”
“Most likely.” Khun agrees. “The culprit struggled with the awoken victim and killed him. There are also signs that the culprit tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure, but the amount of blood alarmed them.”
Maria decides to join in. “And in his panic, he forgot the primary goal of stealing, thus leaving the suitcase behind.”
“Yes. In the end, he left the body, didn’t even erase his traces, and left the scene as it is. He took the weapon and key, then locked the door behind as if it didn’t matter at all.”
Well, at least the culprit was cautious enough to delay the time before the corpse was found.
“This is a crime scene where the culprit’s confusion gave away everything.” Khun has that momentary satisfaction on his face that makes Maria smile.
“I agree, Aguero.”
They shuffle out of the compartment. Shibisu asks if they’re done with the room, to which Bam answers yes.
“Let’s go, Wa—” Bam looks to where Wangnan has been taken away.
This doesn’t escape the Khun siblings’ gaze.
Khun’s hand presses against Maria’s back, ushering her to go on. “39 minutes left. I’d like to think a little, so I will take my leave.” Bam makes an acknowledging hum.
“Good luck with the investigation, Mr. Grace.” Maria says.
“Thank you madame.” Bam waves politely before addressing Shibisu.
“Lord Khun!” A train crew he asked for earlier approaches them with a neatly folded paper. “I have brought the train’s floor plan as well as the lists of passengers and crew.”
Maria glances to where Bam has disappeared along with the Scotland Yard officer. Jyu Viole Grace is indeed a one-of-a-kind existence, a rare recognized presence, who is respected by her brother. Although he is still rough around the edges—he’s nowhere near to what Khun can achieve. It’s all fun and rainbows, crossing Khun’s private boundaries by audaciously addressing him by first name without honorifics, however, there’s a limit to it. Viole is just a passing human and he’ll lose importance overtime. And once that happens—
“Maria.”
She turns to see Khun waiting for him, the crew long gone to attend to his duties.
“I apologize, A.A.” She smiles at him, trotting to the Khun Lord. “You see, your sister right here…”
“I am aware,” Khun sighs, resigned, and Maria giggles.
“Did you find something about the culprit?”
“Yes,” he starts walking back to the dining car, “there are three first-class carriages, five-second class. There is also the dining car separating them, then the employee’s space. The crime happened in carriage 1-C in the second compartment. The woman said to have heard the noise was in the third compartment. Mr. Wangnan was in compartment 5.”
Khun peeks down to his hand. “What’s wrong?” Maria raises an eyebrow before her gaze wanders to the flustered crew.
“I’ll explain later. Mr. Grace should be able to pin down the culprit from the footprint and the one who offered a drink.” Khun hums, before smiling, a kind of smile that Maria has seen countless times before. “Now is a precious chance for me to use different methods. How about I do some profiling to understand the culprit’s mind?”
“Then, shall we move to the dining car, A.A.? I’m sure your feet are starting to ache with all the standing,” she generously offers and starts leading him to the previous car. “I’m starting to get hungry too.”
“You pay for your own food.”
“Aww, you love me too much, brother dear.”
Settling into where they had been before the murder, they have been served with steaming tea. The dining car is isolated. Maria assumed because it’s near the crime scene. She supposes that anyone will either be afraid and cautious. It’s human instinct to stay away from danger, after all. She doesn’t think it’s a shame that she isn’t like them.
“The culprit himself was baffled by how things turned out,” Khun starts. “It was evident from the crime scene. The fact that he took the time to lock the door behind him showed he was at least a little afraid that the crime scene would be found out. Then he bumped into Mr. Wangnan in the bathroom.”
The train racks rattled underneath them. Khun meets her gaze with an inquisitive stare. “Should I assume you know why the culprit went to the bathroom?”
“Of course, A.A.” Maria glares at him. She’s not naive and stupid like the other sisters in the county. “The culprit should’ve had the knife and the key with him. As long as he has it in his person, it’s literally saying he’s the killer. So, he wanted to get rid of them.”
“Exactly, that’s the first reason.”
“Moreover,” she sips on the tea, “the windows in the compartments aren’t made to open. The bathroom window is. It’s likely he threw them there. If we look at the railroad, we can find the key and weapon there.”
“You miss something.” Khun grins and Maria’s finger twitched. “Then, what is it?”
“He wanted to take the blood off his clothes.”
Ah, of course. How could she forget that? “The splatter of blood, you mean. However, the culprit can throw it awa—”
Khun smiles at her, seemingly satisfied at the play of the puzzle assembling complete on her expression.
“His clothes. Yes, he could’ve thrown away his clothes, but he didn’t.”
“Correct.” The teacup clatters on the saucer. “The culprit is someone who couldn’t lose his clothes. Therefore, he had no choice but to clean them. Mr. Grace understood from the footprints alone that the culprit is a man, but nothing more. However, he, too, will soon understand that there is more to those shoes’ footprints. Even if the size is different, there are countless of those same shoes. And on this train, there’s only one type of shoes that can leave the same footprints on the crime scene.”
Khun glances at the passing train crew, a bit older than the others, probably a senior crew. “Those shoes are the same type of shoes provided by the government for the crew.”
“Then…” Maria follows his gaze. “The culprit is a crew member of the train. This supports the fact that the victim isn’t able to refuse the alcohol containing the sedative , because the one who offered it is an employee of the train. Obviously, he can’t throw away his jacket. How about the gloves?”
“Ahh, the one from before? I checked if the sleeves were wet and if his gloves were dirtied or not. Also to see the name written on the glove. In other words, if he had thrown away the jacket and gloves, it would’ve told us who the murderer was.”
Maria visualizes it. The culprit, stained with the victim’s blood, rushed to the bathroom to clean his jacket and gloves, and unfortunately bumping into Mr. Wangnan.
Well, that was a coincidence but a good tactic to pin the suspicion on someone and away from the culprit.
“Should we start looking for that employee right away?”
“There are seven employees on this train. When Mr. Grace arrives at this conclusion, he will probably gather them. Before that, I need to meet them all, one by one.”
Khun meets her stare.
Then, he smiles.
“Just to make sure.”
Maria concludes that her brother dearest loves Jyu Viole Grace to take this precaution.
-
“A.A.” Maria shuffles closer to Khun, close enough to whisper her next words. “Do you like working with the detective?”
“What is that supposed to mean, Maria?” Maria still smiles at him even if Khun’s warm expression contrasts the icy glare. He’s another person entirely when removed from the eyes of others. “You would do us all a favor to keep the things you want to say to yourself first. We’re in the middle of an investigation.”
Maria huffs. Defensive. “Ran has noticed this too. If you like him that much, then I suggest you include him in the play?”
Khun only looks at her. Maria can’t read anything from that.
After meeting the crew, Jyu Viole Grace doesn’t take long to gather the crew and everyone involved in the dining car.
Maria reviews the case: the victim is a jeweller from London, Chang Blarode. The motive of the crime is robbery , which lead to murder.
The culprit had planned to put the victim to sleep through a drink with a sedative in it. In the midst of the robbery, the victim woke up either because the sedative was weak or the victim had high resistance to it. This surprised the culprit, thus he stabbed the victim with their weapon . The culprit was overwhelmed with the amount of blood and tried to put pressure in order to stop the bleeding. In their panicked state, they locked the compartment with the room key and left.
The culprit is narrowed down to the employees with two points.
First, after the crime, the culprit proceeded to the bathroom in order to throw the weapon and key outside the train, but not his clothes . Why? Because the culprit is not someone who can freely throw away his clothes—he needed them.
Second, the footprints . The footprints on the crime scene have two sets: the victim’s and the culprit’s. The culprit’s foot size is 8 inches and is identical with other shoes. From this, it supports the fact that only the employees, whose shoes have the same style and were provided by the government, have these footprints.
Moreover, the victim wasn’t able to refuse the drink in the first place, which means the victim himself trusted the culprit.
All that’s left is to find the culprit from the seven crew members.
“So, that’s how Aguero and I think the crime went.” Bam says after summarizing the crime. “Plus, the culprit was from the crew. Everything points to this.”
Maria studies each expression of the crew. Some are baffled, some are surprised, and the unsettled ones seem suspicious.
“The two of you with an 8-inch shoe size, step forward.” Bam commands, polite but firm, with no room for hesitation.
Two of them, in the same crew uniform, step up. The other one with a light shade of hair, his face pale. The other one with a dark look in his eyes and his hair in a natural black, looking down and attempting to be composed. Maria thinks he’s failing miserably.
“Now, we’ll take a look at your gloves, one by one.”
Shibisu inspects the first crewmate and clears him clean.
The next one with the dark hair is suspiciously hesitant. Touching the sleeves, Shibisu frowns. “The sleeve is wet. Could you open your hand?”
The crew doesn’t.
“Open your hands!”
This time, the crewmate does, his closed fist revealing bloodstained gloves.
“Bingo.” Bam smiles. The other crews gather around him in a mix of confused and betrayed remarks. “Car attendant Yuje, you are the culprit.”
The railway police starts apologizing to Wangnan and to Maria, Wangnan is a bit too forgiving. Maria thinks that’s part of his personality.
“You’re wrong!”
Silence reigns at his declaration.
“I did not kill him! This blood is… this is wounds. I hurt myself!”
Now, Maria narrows her eyes, what kind of lies are you going to spit?
Shibisu tells the crew to take off the gloves and there it is—
—a pair of wounded palms.
The crew explains himself. “Earlier, I hurt myself while working with my gloves on. I still haven’t treated my hands. Please believe me! It’s the truth!”
Maria frowns. It’s a wound that’s unnatural for a crew member to have, yet—after recalling what kind of work they do—it’s evidence enough.
“Or,” the crewmate has the look as if he already won this case, “do you have any other proof I’m the culprit?”
This is frustrating.
“It’s strange.”
All heads turn to look at Khun. Khun, who has a leveled stare against Yuje. Khun, who has the final piece and is ready for a checkmate.
“You hurt yourself while wearing the gloves, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Then, how could the blood splatter all the way to your spectacles’ frame?”
Maria straightens her back at the revelation, her eyes sweeping a look around the area and seeing the others’ expression.
Khun starts elaborating further. “Even if you hurt the palms of your hands while wearing gloves, there’s no way the blood would have ended up there.”
Good logic, but when does that happen? Maria is certain with her sharp memory that the blood wasn’t there when they meet the crew bef—
Oh . Maria gets it now.
“That’s because it got there when you killed the man. And it’s not only there. There are some other splatters. Should I tell you where all of them, one by one, are?”
Yuje pales, then sighs. “I admit.”
They pulled out the confession, right there. Finally.
Shibisu cuffs the culprit of the jeweller’s murder and the railway police takes him away. This time, the right killer is arrested. Justice served on a certain plate by two highly-intelligent individuals on the train.
Khun checks his chest watch. “Good. 3 minutes left until we reach Grantham. We made it in time, Mr. Grace.” He flashes a victorious grin to top it off.
“Aguero…” Bam huffs. “You’re better at bluffing than I am.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. Well then, we will take our leave.”
Now, that’s what Maria calls flirting. She swivels to the direction of the next car.
“Let's meet for a meal someday!”
Maria stops, but she doesn’t turn around. Did he just ask Aguero out on a date?
The others have to know about this.
-
“So, A.A.” Maria starts as they proceed back to their compartment, where Ran had locked himself up to get some semblance of peace from the fuss. “Why didn’t you tell me about that little trick of yours, hm?”
“I have to take precautions. The culprit was the kind of person to destroy all evidence. I figured he would try to get out of it like that.”
Khun raises his index finger.
“That’s why before Mr. Grace gathered everyone, I made contact with all of them. While pretending to make small talk, I left my blood on them.”
“Then, if you hadn’t interfered, the case wouldn’t be solved on time.” Maria looks back. “Is Viole not what I thought he would be?”
“Mr. Grace works to prove suspects guilty in a court of law, but I don’t work within the law, do I?”
Well, what Khun just did was tampering and manipulation of the crime scene.
“He believes in people too much. However, that is far from a bad thing. I like that about him.”
“I like that about him.” There it is again. Maria scrutinizes her brother, tries to read him, attempts to pick him apart, but she gets nothing. “Besides, I do think those two make a good pair.”
Maria taps her finger against the fabric of her dress, a knowing smile drawing on her lips.
She has to talk to Maschenny and the others about that look.
The train took off from Grantham minutes ago, rattling its way to London.
Khun hums against Bam's mouth, gasping as he pulls away for oxygen, not quite pleased without tasting Bam's air again.
"You—" Bam glares at him playfully, with his golden irises burning into Khun— "are hard to approach, let alone to be pleased."
"I suppose we should start with that attitude of yours, no?" Khun taps the consultant detective's cheek. "I win again, Bam ."
Bam almost, almost , hates Khun for knowing all of his weak spots. He takes advantage of them whenever he pleases and tears Bam apart in a satisfying way. It's even more addicting that he's willing to do all of this.
"Fine," he huffs, resuming with his work of carefully undoing the tie that keeps him from Khun. "You won, but I miss you." Bam will keep losing just to plaster that sly grin forever, yet he has his pride to beat him one of these days—well, cases.
Khun tips Bam's chin up and savors the luscious lips in a passionate kiss. "You should fix your connections first before you come and find me," he whispers against his lips. "People are crucial, after all."
"I can't believe you're thinking about my relationship with Wangnan when you're making out for me." A witty retort dies in Khun's throat with a bite on the tender flesh of his shoulder.
"Careful. Maria is frustratingly observant."
Fuck.
"I'll just have to slap her face with the evidence that you're mine then, Aguero."
With that remark alone, Bam is sure he resigned himself to a death sentence.