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Capane's men are still searching for their gold – or they would be, if they had any patience. One of them lost his temper and tried to steal the sheet of clues – the others shot him and that got the police's attention. One's dead, one's in jail with his boss and the other is still on the run.

Suzuki Sonoko didn't go to the reunion party her sister hosted – the police were called in the next day for the murder – but it was dismissed as the work of the bandaged madman and an alert was put out for a possible serial killer. The murderer killed himself three months later, a rambling, tear-stained note explaining the true story.

The famous singer's death was announced as a suicide. At the funeral, the karaoke bar owner told the manager that the singer really loved her. She went white and committed suicide the next day. Nobody ever found out why.

And then… Edogawa Fumiyo showed up.

-O-

"Who the hell are you!?"

Conan struggled out of the plump woman's grasp, falling backwards. She looked puzzled, and reached out again, but Conan had already retreated behind the sofa, head just visible over the top of the cushions. He armed his dart watch, but kept it hidden as he glared at the woman. It would be a useful ace if she brought out a gun.

Eri came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Her gaze travelled from the stranger in her house to Conan-kun on the sofa. He was glaring at the woman, and had obviously chosen to put the sofa between him and her as a protective measure. Her attention shifted as the woman smiled at her and bowed.

"I'm sorry to intrude. My name is Edogawa Fumiyo. I'm Conan-kun's moth-"

"She's not!" Conan burst out. "My mama is-!" he cut himself off, wide-eyed. Crap! I can't say mum's real name…

Fumiyo flapped a hand airily. "Oh Conan-kun, don't throw a temper tantrum now. I've come to take you home."

Conan paled and readied the dart watch behind the cushions. He'd knock her out and run if he had to.

"You're not my mama." He said again, turning pleading eyes on Eri. "She's not my mama."

A sudden inspiration struck him and he stood up, pointing an accusing finger at the woman. "She's probably another nasty reporter! That's why mama-" he cut himself off again and sunk behind the cushions, thoroughly relieved to be back behind the safety of the sofa. Now if only his acting had been good enough…

"Leave now, please."

Eri's stern voice cut through the silence. Fumiyo made as if to speak, but Eri cut her off sharply.

"I don't particularly care what you have to say to me. You are scaring Conan-kun and that is enough. Leave now, or I will call the police."

Fumiyo's face twitched and Conan saw the glimmer of frustration before she smoothed it away, hiding her agitation with a bow.

"Very well then. Sayonara."

Then she left. Conan turned around and collapsed against the arm of the sofa, half-draped over it as he trembled. He stared blankly at the floorboards as he thanked all the gods for Kisaki Eri, stunned and relieved that the obvious agent from the Men in Black hadn't managed to take him.

Although… when had they found out? Something wasn't quite right… When had he done something to bring himself into their notice…? And the woman… she had left far too easily…

A hand landed on Conan's shoulder and he yelped, jumped and fell over the arm of the sofa, landing on the floor with a thump. He looked up into Eri's concerned face and he smiled weakly at her, rubbing the back of his head.

"Ehehe…"

She just looked at him for a moment, then stood up.

"I'll go finish dinner. We can talk afterwards, Conan-kun."

Conan watched her go with mixed parts awe and trepidation. He hung his head and groaned softly, then curled up on the floor against the arm of the sofa. What can I tell her? What story will sound believable and convincing; not only to her, but to the Men in Black as well…?

-O-

"My mama's name is Kudo Yukiko," he said softly, looking at the floor. "Mama and Papa kept me a secret because they said they were a lot more famous than they were when Shinichi-niichan was born. I was suppos'd to go and live with aniki, but he wasn't there and Professor Agasa's house is really messy so I went to go live with- with-" his voice wobbled, and it wasn't acting.

"Ran-neechan." He felt tears well up at her name and used them to his advantage. "And now she's dead and aniki's still missing and now there're reporters everywhere and – and-" he broke down into sobs, feeling incredibly guilty for doing so. Eri patted him on the back gently, murmuring soothing words.

Conan tried to stop crying, but found to his horror that he couldn't, as more and more tears fell and he cried and cried, grieving properly for the first time since the train wreck.

Eventually, he fell asleep, tear-stained face resting in Eri's lap.

Author's Notes: So, it's not Heiji or Ai. But it is canon! (Would you believe I forgot about Fumiyo completely?)