[“We’re not close.” Yeah, alright. Aubrey reads it all; reads it again; puts the phone down, gets a paper, jots it down. Maybe in one context, she thinks mid-writing, this would be a suspect profile—but it’s really not that at all.

[Hell, could Aubrey say as much about Akechi? It’s a nice thought. He never presents himself so straightforwardly. Later, she’ll have to try.

[For now, she has a list on Maruki and then some.
[“A caretaker with a bleeding heart”…]

I didn’t know he had a chicken.

[“The act of making a difference.”]

I think I will. Thanks, Akechi.

[And, after a beat,]

You might not be close, and I’m not gonna pull you into anything I do. But if you wanted to act on your own thoughts some time, I bet he’d appreciate it.

I don’t know. Just speculating.
You know him better.