Salvation of a Saint

it would be a classic case of the dog biting the hand that feeds it.

Only a woman could come up with a trick so illogical, so full of contradictions, and so perfect

You have to wonder what’s going on in those heads of theirs, sometimes,

Sometimes you have to toss around a few ideas before you find something that sticks.

But, as it turns out, the dirt they discarded as “useless” turned out to be extremely important

I can’t believe I’m the one saying this, but Kusanagi’s quite a gifted detective.

There he goes again – that charming way of making me feel like a complete idiot

‘“I’m so busy, I want a wife of my own,” she’d tell us.

‘If she knew she wouldn’t be away for very long, she wouldn’t have felt the need to rush and clean them up.’

I was just wondering if there wasn’t some way of poisoning the coffee that we haven’t thought of, something that wouldn’t require the guilty party to be present at the house on Sunday. Maybe a way to get Mr Mashiba to poison it himself?