Read Durarara!!, Vol. 4 (novel) for Free Online

soul are the angels that bring happiness to the world,” he slurred sadly.
    A prim secretarial woman respectfully said, “Please do your job, boss. Also, we just did our flower viewing last week, and Yuuhei Hanejima went back to his home in Ikebukuro after filming today. Also, why is your English so shaky, if you originally came from America?”
    “Oh, brother, whatta buncha sticks-in-the-mud you are. See, the times demand real impact, somethin’ new and never before seen. That’s why I want a glimpse of that Headless Rider… Ah! Eureka!” the president jabbered, completely ignoring his secretary. He excitedly dialed a number, humming to himself.
    Great, another harebrained scheme!
    Every employee present grumbled restlessly at the sight of the boss’s sparkling gaze and resumed their conversations, only the content had entirely changed to complaints about their employer.

    At that moment, Ikebukuro
    As the police motorcycle’s engine roared off into the distance, Celty heard the sudden eruption of her phone from the spot where she was hidden.
    It nearly scared her witless when it happened, but once she was satisfied that there were no police officers around, she hesitantly accepted the call and pressed the phone to her ear.
    “Ah, finally got through… Hey, Celty. Sounds like you’re in trouble.”
    Izaya!
    She wondered what would cause the information dealer to call her at this particular time. And the way he opened the call suggested to her that he realized what was happening to her.
    “Wondering how I know what’s happening to you right now? Don’t worry. I don’t have you bugged or anything. Besides, Shinra would spot something like that right away. He’s so desperate to hog you all to himself, he wouldn’t dare allow anyone to pry into your home privacy.”
    I’m going to go sock this idiot a good one and thank Shinra later.
    Celty kept the cell phone pressed to her helmet, imagining that a vein was bulging on her nonexistent head. She and Izaya usually discussed business through text messages, but there were times that he called her so that he could speak uninterrupted.
    She decided to keep the line open, knowing that he wouldn’t just call for no good reason.
    “That was a clever idea, I have to say, creating a
fake version
of yourself and your bike out of shadow to put on the glider.”
    “…”
    She felt a clenching at her heart.
Is he watching from somewhere after all?
    Izaya was correct—she had instantly created black models of herselfand her trusty steed from that special solid shadow of hers, then sent the whole thing gliding through the air to distract her foes.
    Was it actually really obvious?
    Celty was still on top of the roof, waiting a few seconds for the cop and TV crew to chase after the decoy so she could slip away in the opposite direction. While she was shocked that Izaya had seen through this ruse, it also made her worry that the police officer could figure it out just as easily.
    Izaya laughed as if he could read her mind and said, “Oh, don’t worry. They’d have to know you really well to see through that fake. But I didn’t see the colored helmet, and you know that there’s no escaping the motorcycle cop at the speed that thing’s gliding.”
    Well, he’s perfectly correct, but hearing him explain it so confidently is kind of irritating. Did he call me just to brag about his deductions?
    So much for her assumption that he wouldn’t call for frivolous reasons. Celty lowered the phone to stop the call. But through her heightened sense of hearing, she still heard his voice loud and clear.
    “Well, starting tomorrow things are going to get kind of crazy, so I thought I’d give you a heads-up.”
    ?
    She waited for the answer, curious. On the other end, Izaya made a request.
    “Until things calm down,
absolutely
do not come to my office. I’ll send you an e-mail with the details, but I didn’t want you showing up before you could see it.”
    Huh?
Celty wanted to