He turned to the Medical-Nin, who was clad in white from head to toe and beckoned them over.
]"Did you check her lungs by any chance?" He asked.
"Of course. Standard procedure."
"Was there any water in the lungs, or signs of drowning, by any chance?"
"What? No. She was stabbed to death. Why would you think she was drowned?"
"Ask the Konoha detective." The agent pointed to Suguru.
The genin chewed on a fresh unlit cigar which had magically got into the crook of his mouth. He had to stir this ship back on course, or else they were all doomed.
Possibilities flowed in front of his eyes, piecing together the wreck.
Was the medical-nin paid off by Big Water? Possible, but there were too many variables that they could not control.
Did they use a different execution method? That is counter-intuitive to sending a message.
It was seeming that his watertight conviction was in fact a leaky one, but once more Suguru's mind wormed itself into a new mode of thinking. The detective was never wrong, he was simply walking a road that bent and curved at every impasse.
They wanted to make this look like a hit from Big Water, while actually it was done as a frame job.
"You can bring the heads of Big Water, but not because they are the perpetrators, but also victims dampened by the acts of this crime."
The medical-nin panicked.
"Mr. Monhagmery is dead?" He asked, his eyes wild, the only part of his autonomy visible in the white suit.