Mr. Rabin Is Kali Zodiac

'This is disappointing. It hasn’t even been that many days, and you don’t even greet your former direct superior?'

Master craftsman Hank’s words weren’t directed only at me. There was one more listener here!

Startled out of my wits, I distanced myself from Mr. Rabin, who was sitting at the bar.

Mr. Rabin was Kali Zodiac?

Since when? No matter how much of a master of disguise that Phantom Thief was, I hadn’t noticed a thing. There wasn’t the slightest awkwardness in our conversation. None at all!

“Uh… excuse me, but who are you? If you mean Kali… are you talking about the Haywood School alumni we mentioned earlier? Mr. Aaron, is this someone you know?”

Mr. Rabin’s expression clearly looked flustered.

Then again, if some foul-tempered, muscular security team leader suddenly appeared and said, “Found you, Hanzo Nakamura! So you were here!”, I’d probably be bewildered, wondering what kind of bullshit that was too.

No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t seem like acting. Could master craftsman Hank be barking up the wrong tree? Maybe he was just taking a stab in the dark -

Master craftsman Hank snorted and said...