Mako looked to the dishes, trying to hide his obvious surprise, and unable to meet her eyes.
All those naps during her board meetings, ditching their friends moments before he himself had to leave to deal with police work…
It all made sense.
She had the money, which meant she had the means to invent all of the gadgets that put her ages ahead of the Republic City PD.
She had the cover; a spoiled billionaire who spent her days burning her parents’ money, throwing charity events she never attended, and going off on extravagant and over-the-top trips to the other nations with a supermodel on each arm every other weekend.
She had the motive too; Asami had lost her mother to a firebending crook when she was just a child, and her father six months ago to Amon, turning into a criminal himself.
“I have somewhere to be,” she said, and brushed past him.
He didn’t bother to stop her. Hell, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell Comissioner Beifong? Korra? Should he stop her? Try to arrest her?
“Where are you going?”
She was already gone.