"Song... Song Taeju... How'd you know that he's my prime suspect?"

Cards, a pack of cards has 4 suits: spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs. But it also has a card higher than all other suits, the Trump.

The identity of Song Taeju wasn't limited to the clutches of Y/n and the smallest detail about him was mysterious enough to co-relate him with the case. But I did not see a reason to conclude him as the prime suspect.

"I'm your senior. I know a little more than you do in this field. But about Taeju, I knew it from the three victims' call history."

"I can certainly understand how you got to know of him. How'd you know that this person was the one I was hiding?" She hollered at me.

"It's very simple. I know you had asked for the call history from Taehyun. I did the same and was informed. You're not stupid enough to not look out for the common calls. The only difference is that, both Anhyun and Bumjoon only received incoming calls and Yohan had both incoming and outgoing calls." I stated firmly.

"But I couldn't find Taeju's identity." She confessed her failure and sighed desperately. A sly smile was creeping on my lips which she happened to notice well holding her impulsive reaction back.

"Look at the call history." I threw down a bunch of papers on her lap for her to study closely. Her dark eyes stayed fixed on me before turning around to study the papers.

The sly smile on my lips broadened and transitioned into a guileful smirk. Sweat beads on her forehead reflected the bright light in my office and I was enjoying the sight of her struggling to find the relation, I used to decipher our suspect's identity.

I would have been glad to help her if it wasn't her who swanked her revolutionary war skills first.

"Did you understand?" I asked, still seated like that literal jerk I've read about in fanfictions, but maintained my politeness in my statements.

"Hmm, maybe a little." Pushing the inner wall of her left cheek with her tongue, she mildly responded to me. At first, I was a tad bit surprised yet after everything, she was still the class topper.

"And what are your conclusions?" I interrogated, this time being genuinely interested to know her ideas.

"You already helped me by giving the clue that Yohan had received calls. I tried to look into the locations from which the calls were dialed. Not the exact same location, but somewhere around the Clubs in Hongdae." She replied.

"Good. Now login to the computer and check out for all the calls that left on a certain day and time from that place." I replied.

She looked around and spotted my PC desktop right next to me. Pulling her chair a little closer, she turned the device on and jabbed her slender fingers on the keys of the keyboard.

She chose Thursday, 16 September 2008, 5 days before Lee Yohan's death. The day had the maximum number of incoming calls, all from the same location. Not that naive, I see.

"The times at which the calls left from the place are all registered under the name of Song Taewon." Not much time later, which felt like a decade, she concluded.

"Search him." I instructed.

"Hmm." She turned the screen towards me with Song Taewon, eurf Song Taeju's, forged bio data.

Gleaming with a standardized photocard of a rather common man, lines of personal details shone on the screen. A fake name, a fake job and a fake address; everything was so well written about him that anyone could believe it. Except us, those in contact with the Mayor's.

"But... This is the mayor's PA." Y/n repelled her sight from the screen and stared at me.

"Wasn't it pretty funny? I think you don't know, and necessarily you need not know prior to today, that Taewon-ssi' has a brother name Taeju. Identical twins with the same face and date of birth."

"That's a new information. But Hongdae is the cardinal night life trap with over a 100 clubs and parties going on. How do we know which one he will visit?" I sensed a tint of frustration in her ever so calm voice.

"Hmm..." I took a moment to process our next step. Every night the youth of the nation would be wilding on the dance floor and in order to keep them invested, a large number of drug dealers could set up their businesses. Yohan was no exception to this.

It took me some time to get hold of Yohan's death details when I found out all his drugging and sexual allegations are associated with the bars and their young maidens.

I wasn't a person to party and preferred staying in, and possibly read a book. But my brother was an antithesis to this. He was extroverted and although not a party animal, he had quite the ample amount of knowledge about which sensational party was supposed to happen.

"For that... For that we need to wake my sleepyhead brother. I am sure he knows where the biggest party is supposed to take place this month." Sunk in deep thoughts, I noticed that all my word went unheard by that woman. She was not even present in the room.

"What... The... Fuck?!" Jumping off my chair and rushing out of the room, I found her standing next to my sleeping brother and staring at him.

This girl will give me sudden sufferings throughout the investigation and I am already aware of that. Who watches a sleeping guy?

"What are you up to?" I yelled at her under my breath and pulled her by her wrist making her face me.

"He looks like a kitten." She gazed in my eyes as if she was purely innocent and I was getting mad with her above no cost.

"And that's your justification? Girl, he's sleeping and you're here staring at him. Mind you he's already taken."

"So? As if I'm trying to hook up with the either of you two. Anyways, I apologize if you found any of my actions indecent. It won't happen again." Her eyes fixed on my face with a dominant ray emitting from them.

"Fine, apology accepted." Replying to her, I launched a series of light and copious slaps on my brother's face to wake him up.

With much difficulty and dedication, I was able to get the drowsiness off him and wake him up. Sitting with a grumpy and tired face, he shot me death glares and I was ready to take any risks but face his intoxicated wrath.

Out of extreme pressure, the boy must have drank atleast three bottles of alcohol and now is fighting consequences. He's best at taking bad decisions.

"Still on a hangover?" I asked in a taunting tone and passed him a glassful of water. He chugged down the whole content of the glass at once, and only after that did he notice the presence of Y/n.

He looked for his specs and Y/n passed him the optical aid that she needed to pick up from the floor. Without spectacles, Yeonjun was almost blind with a power of -7. He could barely see anyone or anything without his contacts or specs and nowadays his occasional but excessive drinking, caused him good ADHD.

"Y/n?" Ruffling some of his disheveled hair and straightening his scrunched t-shirt, he interrogated us.

"Yeah, me."

"What's she doing here?" His eyes locomoted towards my dull face, directing his new question to me.

"I brought her. We're working on this investigation, together. But we need you." My last line lighted a sudden spark in him, brushing off all his weariness. He had an abrupt arousal of excitement.

"Yeah, sure. What can I do?" He asked with curiosity.

"Nothing as such. We have a common suspect, Song Taeju."

"Bogum Uncle's PA's brother?" He asked.

"Yes. But that's not what you're required for. Do you have any idea where the Party of the Month will take place?" I waved my fingers, imitating the few students in my class that waited to blow a marijuana pipe.

"Hmm... The best one of the month, right? Maybe Madholic Arena. It always holds the busiest party."

"When's it?" Questioned Y/n.

"Maybe... Sunday? Yeah, it's on Sunday."

"Two days from now." I replied.

A gush of wind, through the completely compact room, blew past my spine and I felt a little agitation creeping up my veins. The case gave us barely 14 days and we've already used up 2 of them. Another two days is a delay but probably worth it, if I don't mess up.

I let my body fall on the bean bag and breathed in a sharp sigh, thinking of what we could do following today.

"So... What will we do untill Sunday?" I heard Yeonjun's questions but payed no heed to it. Grabbing a bolb lolly, I raptured the wrapper off as aggressively as possible to satisfy my frustration over my malfunctioning brain.

Letting the savory flavours of lemon mint embrace my taste buds, I let the lollipop melt. I wasn't being able to understand the reason why Song Taeju would be Y/n's prime suspect to the extent that we were investigating on a regular drug dealer.

"Do you mind if I ask you why you think Song Taeju is a necessary part?" I turned my attention towards Yeonjun. His lips parted to ask the question I was dying to know but that didn't do me any help.

"I think your brother will explain that better." She answered. Yeonjun's eyes looked at me, understanding that even I was unaware of it yet pretended to know it all.

"Well..." I started.

"Let it be. I have no confidence in this man because although I couldn't find his complete identity before today, I did know he was a fraud. Yesterday, when we went to Yohan's house, there was a broken window in that room. I had been inspecting it closely and had spotted the very man outside on the road. His eyes were searching for someone and that someone is our assumed culprit." She tapped her long fingers on her mobile screen, opening a small video recording of a man in a plumber's outfit. Her verdict matched the video word by word and it wasn't any trouble to recognise that Song Taeju was trying to get a glimpse of someone with repeated eavesdropping over the side.

I stared at the video, playing with my Rubik's cube when a scene engraved itself in my head.

I burst out, "Stop there. Pause!"

Y/n paused the video right then and I reached out my fingers on the screen to zoom into the brown Balenciaga briefcase in the hands of the suspect. A specially carved floral design with a crown over an "M", was a signature in our institute. Everyone knew how fancily Anhyun embraced her belongings, locally called the Queen M.

"Why'd you stop here?" Questioned Yeonjun.

"Look at the briefcase. A crown with an M."

"Anhyun?" Yeonjun looked confused but the matter was as clear as a crystal before my eyes.

"It must have contained something to do with Anhyun but why'd Song Taeju bring it around the house when Yohan was already pronounced dead?" Yeonjun asked again, putting me into a thought.

"I am unable to understand that reason. In order to know that, it is necessary that we visit the Madholic Arena this weekend." I answered.

"I can understand that. Absolutely we need to drop by the party. I'll have some research done on it before we reach there."

Y/n, who was staring at the phone, watching another telecast by the KBS, talking of Bumjoon's incident; stopped to look at Yeonjun. She pulled his hand closer to herself and both my brother and I were quite taken aback by the act.

"You know, I think I can answer your question about the content inside the briefcase. It should be a copy of your fingertips and that old shirt because the shirt Bumjoon wore belonged to Anhyun and the one he was found wearing belonged to Yohan."

"What?!"

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Hey Rosairises!!

After much halt over this Chapter and quite a many internal controversies in my head, here I present you the 10th chapter of Search.

Thank you for sticking with me and waiting.

Although the characters are no way related to real life humans, it is somewhat influenced.

Doctor-nim, I kept my oath of my roast.

Kay Bye!!