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[On his end, Togusa lets out the most relieved sound and actually half-collapses into his couch. One thing is going right this month.]

Sir. You have NO IDEA of how glad I am to hear from you.

For starters, don't worry about Prompto, he sent just about everybody that question, but he's Not Talking To Me right now, so I haven't been able to ask where it came from.

There's a lot to cover. You sure you're okay doing this over the Network?

No I'm not

[ it's a bit late for a meeting at the precinct, no matter how surreptitiously they pull it off. still, he's also not sure if he can let this wait until monday. ]

I can come to your place or you can come to mine
Unless you've got a better idea

I can come to you. I'll bring what I have, but I will warn you now, it's going to be less than you'd like it to be.

[It feels strange, but Togusa would rather do this on Gabranth's territory. Everything he has is his own writeups of things, because once he figured out what was going on with their records? He wrote a backup based on what he could remember. He heads over immediately.]

Right. Suppose we'll see about that

[ something tells him he's not going to like any of it, regardless of how much or how little of it there really is. but if it gives him something to think about other than the horrible realization that retrospec can switch his memories on and off, apparently, at will...

when togusa shows up, gabranth is quick to open the door and usher him inside. though it's only been a short time since his memories returned, he looks as though he hasn't slept in days. ]

You want anything? Coffee? [ it's the barest of courtesies, given he's already brewing a pot for himself. ]

Togusa flashes a quick look of concern before he puts it on lockdown. He's never 100% sure how to act around Gabranth, but he defaults to being more professional. "Coffee would be great, thank you."

Togusa steps inside, taking a quick look around when Gabranth isn't looking. He'll admit to being a little curious about how the Detective lives. Whether that pay raise is worth it.

Togusa drops a few folders on the kitchen counter, then looks at the labels. "When did we lose you? What's the last thing you remember? I'd guess about three weeks, because there was a pretty big incident," Togusa's hand lingers on one of the folders, "and you didn't even bat an eye. That's when I figured it out."

As far as the apartment goes, Gabranth keeps his space tidy and his decor spartan. If it weren't for the small pile of mail on the table and a jacket haphazardly tossed over a chair, one might think this was a showroom instead of a place where somebody actually lived.

His brow furrows as he goes to the cabinet to find another mug. "Last thing I remember... I was in another fight with Fynn on Retrospec." As if that's marginally useful or unique, but who knows. "After that, it was all just... Gone."

Damn if it's not a confirmation of everything people have told Togusa about making Detective; good luck having time for anything else.

Togusa frowns, and he hands over the top folder. It's also the thinnest, filled with only Togusa's papers. "Not to make you feel guilty, but Izunia's going to come up a few times. Through bad luck and timing, he's gotten the brunt of it this month."

"June 27th. The most severe incident, but also the one I have the least information on. An unidentified suspect, but known to be someone on the Retrospec platform. Assaulted a man with a sword, cut the man's hands off." Lets that hang in the air for a second before he moves on.

"Detective Matsuoka and Officer Izunia both got on a week's administrative leave for discharging their weapons. I know Officer Mako Lou was also involved, but I haven't gotten to catch up to him." The notes in the folder explain the same thing, but there is nothing official in there.

"I, personally, got in trouble when I went digging for paperwork to back this up, or maybe to identify the suspect."

Gabranth pauses only when he hears that one detail, cut the man's hands off, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. And he doesn't stop pinching it even as Togusa continues on. Of course this would happen as soon as he was put out of commission, of course it would.

"What sort of trouble?" he says as he slides the mug across the counter to Togusa, and finally begins to thumb through the folder. "With the department, or with Retrospec?" At this point, it's hard to tell which is worse.

"Department," Togusa confirms. He reaches for that coffee mug and wraps both hands around it like it's a lifeline. "Because, even better. Everybody is surprised that we've had an uptick in crime. They can see that much. But when I tried to go back and look through the records, I got push-back for trying to look into a case I wasn't involved in." Again. A pattern of behavior for Togusa that extends back further than Retrospec. "I'd recommend talking to Matsuoka for more details, then."

"But I was trying to look into a different incident, one where I took the notes myself. And I go back and look? Records are changed. Any mention of Retrospec is gone." He taps another folder. "The art museum bust a few months ago? Untouched. Even though it involved Rantanem. Retrospec is covering their tracks, not ours. But a few people filed privacy violations complaints? Completely gone."

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