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18: logistics

Yoongi had been watching the chauffeur service for a whole day and he was amazed how much those guys ate. The amount of food deliveries was concerning. And suspicious. Just as suspicious as the limousine he had watched after he had arrived yesterday whose guests had forgotten their luggage in the trunk after the ride from the airport to the hotel. It could happen, but it was highly unlikely.

The next day he tried to follow as many limousines as possible and had another one with guests who forgot their luggage. It was almost laughable. And just as smart as the drug Porsche. No police car would stop a black limousine. The ones riding it had too much money to risk offending them for no good reason. And the drivers did not give them any reason. They drove by the rules, almost too perfect, but even that was okay for a chauffeur service of that league. Yoongi had to admit that he felt a little proud of their organization.

In the evening he followed one of the many food delivery guys on their moped when they returned from their delivery to the restaurant. The only funny thing was, that they did not return to a restaurant, but stopped in front of a house. Yoongi furrowed his brows when he saw how the guy lifted the food boxes out of the small container on the back of his bike. They were too heavy. This was objectively improbable, but a certain weight asked for a specific way of how your body handles it. Had the delivery guy been bulky, Yoongi might not even have noticed it, but the thin guy was shifting his back in a way that told him that the Styrofoam boxes were too heavy. That was more than rice and noodles.

A guy in gray joggers and an undershirt received the package and did not pay. Yoongi sighed and laughed at the same time. They were spreading the big drug packages over the city to the district heads of the gangs. It was easy. Someone ordered from the restaurant, the food boxes get emptied at the chauffeur service and filled with the drug packages instead, the delivery guy makes a detour to the gangs and then returns to the restaurant. The restaurant owners were probably not even aware.

The only thing missing to verify his idea was a look into the trash of the chauffeur service, so he started his car again and drove back to where he had begun his work this morning. When he walked into the backyard, he could already smell it. They did not even make an effort to cover it up. Opening the organic waste container told him everything he needed to know. It was time to call Taehyung.

When he was back in his car, he pressed the burner phone against his ear and began to drive some blocks down to get out of those guys' area. A hum greeted him when the line was picked up.

"Chauffeur service 's distributing the shipped drugs in the city. Money comes in by luggage that's forgotten in the limousines, packages are distributed with food delivery drivers. The restaurants might be unaware," he rattled down his findings.

"Uhu," Taehyung pressed out at the other end.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrow. "You alright? You sound in pain."

"No," the other replied breathily. "I'm good."

Now he was full on moaning and Yoongi wondered whether those two had been stuffing their stomachs with fast food again. "You eat properly?" he wanted to know.

"Sorry, call you back," Taehyung wheezed, and the connection was cut.

"What the fuck," Yoongi whispered and put the phone on the passenger seat. Had Taehyung been taking a shit when he had called him?

Confused he drove down several streets before he pulled into a parking lot and waited to be called back. It took almost twenty minutes until his phone buzzed and Taehyung was with him again.

"Sorry, I had..." Jimin's voice was mumbling something inaudible in the background. "Had to save Jimin from boredom."

"Uhu," Yoongi hummed, not sure what to make of that information.