As a detective, your bottomless curiosity and your unquenching thirst for justice sought to lecture your nemesis, that man has no shame thriving for the same objective as you yet using a different solution far from what you desired, and it's outrageous to even think about it alone, especially when he's already in front of you - in the flesh.

That smug on his face could barely veil the frustration that built up in him knowing you wouldn't stop trailing after him until he was either dead or caught, but he was already in the latter situation.

Restrained by handcuffs behind his back, he obediently occupied the back seat of your car as you started driving towards the police department to have him detained there before further investigation occurred. As much as you want to rub the fact in his face that you finally caught the slippery bastard, you just couldn't shake off the feeling he had a trump card up his sleeve.

"..You speak of nothing but justice, detective. How about you put that justice into action sometimes? A law-abiding official like you wouldn't understand that to win against someone who plans on playing dirty, you might need to play dirty too." He spat out mockingly. Ironically, you should be the one scolding him, but right now why does it feel like the other way around?