"Good grief, exactly how long are they going to keep us waiting?"
Sitting on a corridor bench, Kogoro Mouri impatiently stubbed out his cigarette. The ashtray on the armrest was already filled almost exclusively with butts he had smoked. With a grave expression, Ran Mouri stared at the mounting pile of cigarette butts and began tapping her fingers as she calculated.
At this rate of smoking, should she confiscate her father's tobacco pouch when they got home? But these cigarettes were clearly old; could he have hidden a stash somewhere in the house that she hadn't found yet?
Chapter 113