Chapter 89: The Trial on the Train
The hour of the trial was upon them. Evidence was collected and less than three hours remained before they arrived at the final stop: Sapporo Station. Less than three hours to catch the killer and solve the mystery.
The luxurious dining car of the train had been transformed into an impromptu courtroom. Tables were pushed aside, making room for makeshift seating. The players gathered around, some sitting and some standing, forming a semi-circle as the bar counter served as the jury’s bench.
A jury, mind you, consisting of tanukis. Danzaburou the conductor, Momoji the brakemen, Kintaro the bartender, and Haruka the chef, porter, and cart mover.
William sat between Sun-young and John. Tensions were high.
"They sure are taking their sweet time," said Leon, his arms in a cross as he stretched. "Can’t we get started without them?"
"Nope! One of them is a trustworthy detective. We need them," Danzaburou said. "Also, whose idea was this? It’s great, actually. Kudos to you, good sir!"
Booker lazily put his hand up. "It was me. Do I get a reward?"
"No, but you get my everlasting appreciation."
"That’s raccoon-voluted," Booker replied.
"Please, shut up." The door from the left opened and the red raccoon grinned. "They’re here."
"We are here." Kazi acted as if he were some celebrity coming in. "Not all at once."