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>Hey big bro!
Clover pushes up her non-existent glasses. “Heh heh. Here’s your wolf quiz of the day! What’s the average size of a wolf pack, including aunts, uncles, grandwolves and grandcubs?”
The voice groans. “Why do you have to be so autistic?”
“Bzzt! Wrong! The answer is five to ten on average, but some packs can even have up to twenty wolves!”
There’s a disgusted silence. The girl snickers. Even through the phone, Clover can imagine his face. “I’ll disown you, I swear.”
“Anyway, how are you doing, big bro?” The wolf-girl leans forward in her chair, kicking her legs. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Work sucked.” The voice takes on a slightly curious tone. “Where even are you, anyway? I thought you’d just be gaming at home.”
“Oh, I’m just…” Clover owos. “Talking shop with a friend~!!!”
“Random dogs don’t count as your friends.”
“Yeah they do!” Clover hmphs. “But I actually… did make a friend?” The former detective turns her chair in the other direction to hide her face.
“…Clover. You’re not getting scammed, right?”
“Nope!”
“I don’t believe you.” The voice sighs. “Whatever. Are you coming home?”
It actually was pretty late. Clover scratches her head sheepishly. “Y-yea, I’ll be back soon…”
“Alright. Don’t be a dumbass.” He hangs up.
Clover pockets her phone, feeling happy about herself. Ha, see, she WASN’T an autist. Autists couldn’t make friends, and she did! Melissa clears her throat awkwardly as she spins back around. “So, that was your brother?”
Clover nods. “Yup. He’s mean.”
“…Okay.” Melissa crosses her arms. “Do you need to go home?”
The wolf-girl stands and slams her hands on the desk again. “Maybe, but we gotta solve this mystery first!” She starts pacing back and forth in the office, hand on her chin as she deeply thinks. After a few seconds, she stops. “…Where were we?”
“The suited guys?”
“Right.” She resumes her pacing. “I think… they were just pretending to be my friend’s friend’s private security!”
“Wouldn’t it be a simpler explanation for them to actually just be your friend's friend's private security?”
Clover frowns. “But wouldn’t that mean my friend was friends with a bad guy?”
Melissa puts a hand to her chin too. “Well, that depends on why they wanted to bring you in. And… I never met who you’re talking about, but you can’t rule that idea out either.”
>Huh. But… even though they split up, that girl didn’t seem like a bad person…
