Y/N is sitting at her dining table looking through her mail. She spots a thin package from across the table. The package was ripped open, only for a picture of a woman to be found. It was the woman that the detective was asking about. Although, this picture seemed as if she didn't know her photo was being taken.
She swiftly spots another thin package and rips the package open without hesitation. It was another picture but of a different woman.
The phone rings as she dials the detectives number.
"Hello?"
"Hello, yes this is Namjoon."
"This is Y/N, We met last night." Screeches of a car and sirens can be heard through the other line.
"Yeah, Y/N L/N. The Ex-FBI agent from department 806. I did a little research on you after you left last night. What can I do for you?" The noise of sirens can be heard louder than before.
"Are you busy? Sounds like you're in the middle of something."
"Some dumbass jacked a honda a couple blocks ago."
"Do you want me to call back?"
"No."
"When did she die? The girl?"
"Monday night. Three days ago. Why?"
"Because I know who did it."
"And how might you know that?"
"He mailed me a picture of her, still alive. I got it three days ago Monday morning."
"Hold on there Y/N, Honda's on a run." He says while trailing after the fleeting male. Namjoon jumps and tackles the guy on the pavement. The sound of a thud and groan goes through the phone.
Namjoon sighs and picks up his phone.
"Okay, sorry to keep you. Now.." He says as he steps on the young man. "Do you want to meet me back at my office?"
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Mystery / Thriller"We were never really strangers. We were more than that but we never realized until it was too late for us." This story is only for mature audiences.
