It only registered to Conan after the bright spots flashing beneath his eyelids slowly faded away that the noise he had heard earlier was really bothering him. He had already written it off and dismissed it as one of Kid's usual tricks, but the thief's pranks were usually silent to catch anyone unawares. The only thing he should have heard was the surprised shouts and gasps of whatever poor officer had waltzed right into it.
His running pace had slowed to a quick jog as the gears started turning in his head. Something fell, but he didn't see what it was. From the sound of impact, it seemed to be a pretty large object somewhere off to the side -- he had run straight past it without even realizing.
Then came the shrieks from behind, somewhat distant with how far he had run from that area. Shit, he bit his lip. That wasn't Kid's doing at all.
A vibration next to his thigh caught his attention, and he fished out his phone to reveal a text from his mother. Sure enough, as bright as day were the words he had been dreading. Inwardly he cursed and stuffed the cellular device back in his pocket. Kid, or murder scene?
It wasn't really an option.
While all that was going through his head, he hadn't realized that he was still on the move -- and he ran straight into the back of a white-and-red clad thief.
"Oof," he mumbled, stumbling over and picking himself up off the ground. He shook his head and looked up, freezing as he realized exactly who it was he had just run into. "Kid!"
Those red stains weren't on that suit earlier. Or were they? He couldn't recall actually seeing the thief before the flashing lights, after all. But that didn't make sense. Why would Kid perform a heist in a bloodied suit? Conan knew the thief was flashy, but the kind of attention that would get would be the unwanted kind.
The only thing he could think of was that it had something to do with the object that fell earlier -- the body, he could say with confidence after the confirmation of his mom's text. And Kid wouldn't take a life. Everyone knew that. "Someone wasn't being very careful," he quipped before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter right now. You have a few options -- I'm not -- I mean, I'll arrest you someday, but now isn't really the time for this -- you can leave and make the officers think you're the one behind everything tonight, or you can stay and prove your innocence. Make this easier for everyone involved."
Unless Kid ended up actually being the murderer, which was about as likely as Mouri Kogoro swearing off alcohol for the rest of his life.
He then turned on his heel and quickly headed back to where he had come from. While Kid was an internationally wanted criminal, he had never hurt anyone... that he knew of, anyway. All he did was steal priceless artifacts he eventually returned; this was a murder on his hands -- a life that couldn't be brought back. No matter how long Kid had been escaping incarceration, this was something that would instantly be placed higher on the urgency scale.
Arms shielded over his face as his vision finally returned in yellow blots in the brighter room, he blinked a few times before scanning the area -- there, right in front of him, a body lied flat on the ground. He had to push his way through the crowd that had already began to gather around the corpse -- "Excuse me, sorry, coming through! No, no, you don't need to call my parents; look! My mom's right there!" and it wasn't even a lie -- to get a better view.
He would have hoped they had gotten used to him being on the crime scene by now. Sure, he looked like a child, but he was more competent than all of them combined.
"Mom," he called out in her direction, beckoning her closer. "Did you see anything? What exactly happened here?"