A detective, [he repeats slowly, his eyebrows lifted, curious and maybe a little surprised. But-- after the momentary surprise wears off, the expression is replaced by an easy smile, bright, and his hand slides casually into his pocket.]

My uncle is a detective, actually. [Ah. A light pang of homesickness -- he'll get over it.] ... Not for ghosts, though. That's really amazing. I can see how something like that would be really useful.

[... he wonders, somewhat, if an organization like that would have been able to do something for the murder victims in Inaba. Did solving their murder help them move on...? He doesn't say anything along those lines, though, instead latching onto another Hint, unfortunately.]

Edwin. You told me about him before, right? The best friend.