"Good morning, madam. Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

"Good morning. No, thank you. Water works well for me. That'll be okay."

"Alright, ma'am. I'll be back in some time." The tall staff exited the room as I sat in the waiting room. Jimin had arranged an hour from his schedule to let us talk to our suspect. And there I was, waiting for the time.

Yeonjun, along with Jimin, was supposed to join me for the questionnaire. They had scrutinised Taeju's 4bhk apartment, pretty luxuriously made. My brother never left a stone unturned in his investigation and he repeated the procedure. They discovered the sex hub server and collectively removed every video, issuing a formal warrant against every IP address that has viewed the channel in 7 years (that's how long the first video was from.)

The department was very impressed by Jimin and he seemed happy with that. Sure, our purpose of visiting the club, I promise never to revisit, bore more fruits than expected. The chief of the bureau proposed to even put Yeonjun, Soobin, Dami and me on the news for a bravery act.

However, I wanted Soobin to stay undercover. People underground knew who he was. And that could stand as a risk factor for all of us.

Asides that, he needed time. He went through something we can not even think of but instead of falling, he rebuilt his pillars and stood up. What could be more brave and inspiring than that?

I requested Yeonjun to add a dose of  Ativan in his juice to not only ease his anxiety but also force him to sleep. Good thing that the medicine was already prescribed to him.

I don't want him to suffer now that I know everything. Anything that includes his trauma shall face me before it reaches him, and that is my oath.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm here. Sorry, I got late. I was busy telling stories to the boy to make him sleep. He didn't take Ativan, he's too clever to be fooled. But he asked me to convey his questions and record the whole session for him to hear later." Yeonjun entered the room with his ever so enchanting smile plastered on his face.

"He agreed to... Like stay back and not come?" I questioned in awe.

"Yes, he did. He said, "If Y/n has asked me to stay back, I'm obliged to." And I was laughing at that."

"Great. Let's start, shall we?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

I got up, strutting to Hall no. 07 on the second floor. As I walked up the stairs, I found Jimin fixing his tie to join us. We crossed his office and stopped outside the wide door on the floor.

Through the looking glass I saw Song Taeju chained up to the chair. His face had swelled up with a coordinated assault with iron-bound bamboo sticks, used by the police as a method of questioning.

Deserved it well. Fucktard.

"Please, come in." With that said, Jimin opened the door and informed the reprobate about our presence.

I sat straight infront of him, Jimin on my right and Yeonjun to the left. His hideous face snarled at me.

"Song Taeju, you know why you've been brought here. We do not have enough time to spare on you so we will make it quite short. Answering our questions genuinely will not free you from jail but could lessen the charge on you." Jimin spoke.

"And we would be glad if you do speak up. Your daughter, Song Taehi is held hostage by our team. We have been granted the right to pressurise her for any possible demand. That could count a few things you're well aware of." Yeonjun added a fake information. His face remained stern, totally believable that he was not lying. Sigh, he was.

"My daughter? I... Don't harm her, please. I beg you. I will answer everything!"

"Sure, we won't. Start the polygraph test."

Our eyes locked on to him. Yeonjun put his phone out recording the events. The transparency of the questions demanded only 8 answers, each dealing with our chronology.

"You have 5 minutes to answer each question. First, are you aware of Anhyun Jung, Jo Bumjoon and Lee Yohan's consecutive deaths?" I started the timer.

"Yes, I know."

"Do you have any relations with this? Think about it, we have evidences."

"Yes. Yes, I had."

"Elaborate." I instructed.

His eyes were left dull with panic. Sweat beads dripped down his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Our eyes remained fixed on him. The polygraph did show a change in his pulse rate but I would believe whatever he says. He will not be lying.

"I... I am a drug dealer and I work with too many mafias around the city. Lee Yohan was my client."

"How does that relate you to this?"

"Ma- Madam, he was our very important character in our fraud tapes and we payed him in drugs rather than money. And..."

"That's enough. Moving onto the fourth question. Why were you around Yohan's house on the day of his death?"

"I did not know it until then. Anhyun had assigned me to deliver her suitcase to him."

"What were the contents of the suitcase?"

"A ticket to Indonesia, a new identity passport, her blue shirt and a note. I did not read the note. It wasn't written in English or Hangul. It was..."

"Arabic, I know." Taeju bobbed his head to Yeonjun's claim. Jimin and I stared at him, expecting an answer when he took out a box full of papers. Letters.

He placed it at the centre of the rectangular table, gesturing me to open it and initiate the declaration of each. I unlocked the plastic box and took out the topmost letter. It was crisp and well kept. Opening it, I only recognised the 'Queen M' sign.

I handed one to Jimin, if he knew anything about Arabic. But he returned me the same look I had given him. It was a sign of our obscurity.

"Lemme help you, look at this paper. I had found this box in the security deposit at his house, and spent yesterday night to translate these all. Do not worry, they are not Google translated. I have a relative who speaks Arabic. I used her help."

"Thank you." I took the three sheets, reading the translation. The first few spoke dirty, the next spoke about drugs and alcoholism. But as the container neared its end, I found more evilness. Anhyun had instructed the steps to pass the court procedures and smuggle Chinese women as prostitutes in the country. And in return, Yohan spent luxuries on her.

"However, the forged affidavit about Anhyun's controversy was completely fake. I checked through the court offices before I came here. That was completely to save her track. I believe, she hadn't expected someone like Soobin to expose her after her demise." Yeonjun smirked as he sipped from his cup.

I stared at him, bewildered. The Chois always shook me with the information they had gathered.

"That means that no such compensation for defamation has actually been made?" I asked.

"None that the government has recorded of. Now, Mr. Song Taeju, we'd appreciate if you narrate us why you changed Bumjoon's clothes." Yeonjun rested his elbows on the table. His sharp gaze stared at the culprit, piercing his soul.

Song Taeju murmured something to himself and bit his tongue. His swollen eyes had developed a few droplets of tears that threatened to fall. However, I wasn't able to correlate why exactly he was crying. Bumjoon couldn't be his son, could he?

"I... I saw your car drive to the Garden house that day. And I knew that you both and another tall, young man had discovered the body before anyone else. I reported it. I know that other boy, he and I are related. I didn't want to involve you all in something you weren't responsible for, so I changed the clothes." Taeju's eyes darted towards the left, then to the right and again to the left. His constant tapping on the ground and glancing at the wall made it evident that he was lying, even without the polygraph.

"And how much were to paid to lie?"

"10 Million."

"I hope this isn't one of your stupid lies that will do you no help." Jimin, in a rugged tone, commanded the man. Taeju swallowed a blob of his saliva and breathed heavily. The lines on the polygraph went up and down in a fury, marking his heart rate.

"Tell the truth, Taeju." I voiced demandingly.

"I was payed, yes. I saw you all in Yohan's house and then I got a call from my boss. He payed me 10 Million Kuwaiti Dinar."

"Who's your boss?"

"I have never seen my boss. But I can describe his voice. He ought to be someone with young blood in his veins. He had that energetic and confident tone. And unlike any mafia sort of man, he seemed to be very secretive. Nobody knows him. He sent all the money through a privately organised American agent."

"How long have you worked with him?"

"Not very long. I received my first million Kuwaiti dinar on my porch with a note to start drugging Anhyun some time around March this year. Then I received 2 million in my car with a note that asked me to make sure Lee Yohan was regularly visiting Anhyun. And I got the last cash, 10 million, 5 days back to change the clothes of the deceased Bumjoon. The value is higher and I was doing simpler tasks than what I was assigned to do previously. So I agreed."

The time was running out, the questions were running out. But the doubts and curiosity kept on increasing. Everything suddenly was so linked yet to dispersed. Arabic inscriptions on the walls and Kuwaiti Dinar were on the same track but Yohan could not have asked to kill himself. Again, if it were Anhyun, Anhyun wouldn't ask someone to drug her.

And say it was none, how was Bumjoon into this all. And why had Yunhua spoken about Yohan that day in the café. Was he lying or just knew the wrong information? If he was lying, why was he?

"And the last question, who do you suspect?" I asked, the question I knew he would be wronged about. But often the people in this line knew more about these than anyone on the world.

"Ma'am, it is hard. But I can only clarify that I received the money from different people. The last set was offered to me by someone who isn't in the profession. I can confirm this because that was the first time I heard the voice of the said boss. But that boss didn't have the attitude. If he is your criminal, he has another head working behind his head."

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I rested my head on Jimin's table. Jimin strolled around the office, thinking about what all this meant. Yeonjun on the other hand was reading through a bunch of forensic reports.

My brain couldn't match the trail our investigation was taking. The garden house: broken window, dusty room with just a body. The manager and her bizarre attitude. Anhyun's letter, Arabic language, Kuwaiti Dinar and her father, who isn't even alive. The apparent dean, his bizarre behaviour and restlessness. Yunhua and his sudden change. And lastly Bumjoon with absolutely no relation is so ridiculous.

I grabbed my phone and took it out to message Soobin. I should check on him.
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Y/n

Hey, Soobin-ssi!
You good?

Soobin

Hey! Yes.

Y/n

What you doing?

Soobin

Just got home
Sitting naked.

Y/n

Duh! Was it necessary
To mention?

Soobin

You asked,
not my fault.

Y/n

I sent you the recording
Have you checked?

Soobin

Yes. And I need you.
When will you return?

Y/n

Packing up!

Soobin

Cool!
I think I have the
answers to every
question we failed to solve.

Y/n

You do?

Soobin

Yes. I only need one
clarification.
The Dean can do that.
Meet me there.
Get your bunch of friends,
Junghoon included.
I'll be at the college,
Where everything started.
It's time for the climax

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Hey guys!
So... We're at the climax!!!!!

Soon to over.
I had published this chapter but wattpad deleted it, completely.

I had lost it but now it's back!