Sunny scoffed.
"Well, obviously."
Opening the preliminary autopsy report of Mordret’s dead driver, he shook his head.
"The report says that he died from the injuries received in the crash, and Mordret’s retelling of the events corroborates that. It is weird, though... I have not heard of vehicle crashes that leave knife wounds behind."
A human body could be torn and broken in all kinds of ways during a high-speed collision, but Sunny had seen countless stab wounds — most of them, he had delivered himself. So, he would never mistake a wound delivered by a sharp blade for anything else.
Even if the driver’s body had been pierced by metal debris, the shape of the wounds would have been different. The edges of the cuts would have been different, as well — so, the chances of these ones appearing on the body naturally were close to zero.
Something had happened between the moment the car fell into the water and the moment Mordret and his dying driver were found on the shore of the river.
Which meant that Mordret had lied to them.
Effie nodded.
"Someone killed that man, and Mordret is covering for that someone."
She lingered for a moment, then sighed.
"Also... I think that your theory was true."
Sunny raised an eyebrow.
"Because of that discus thing?"
Effie nodded again.
"Yes. I wasn’t sure at first, but after rummaging in my counterpart’s memories, it is obvious. That guy might not be the Mordret we know, but he was testing us. She won many medals, but her most famous win was a record-breaking spear throw, not a discus throw. She actually messed up while throwing the latter — she gripped the discus so hard that it cracked and fell apart in the air. It was a pretty lackluster performance."
Sunny frowned.
"He was definitely testing us, but what was he trying to find out?"
Effie looked at him somberly.
"Whether or not I am the real Detective Athena, I presume."
Sunny exhaled slowly.
"Which means that he’s aware that someone could have taken her place. Which, in turn... means that he remembers the outside world."
Effie chuckled.
"That is why he did not react in any way when I told him to snap out of it. It was not that my authority had no effect on him — it’s just that he had always known the truth, so there was nothing for him to snap out of."
Sunny rubbed his face tiredly.
"There really are two of him. Damna... huh? Wait, you ate all of that, already?"
There was now a pile of empty snack packets on the floor of his car. Sunny’s eye twitched.
"And why are you throwing them on the floor?! My PTV might be a scrap heap, but it is not a trash heap! Pick them up immediately!"
Effie coughed a few times, then picked the packets up and rolled them into a ball.
"These morsels were pretty sweet, by the way! Oh... sorry for not leaving you any..."
Sunny glared at her.
"Whatever... I’ll forgive you this time. Only a sick lunatic like you would eat something covered in honey, anyway."
He shivered.
Effie laughed.
"How about we go back to that diner and eat something? It’s on me, partner."
Sunny scoffed.

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