"Have I ever told you how sexy you sound reading someone their Miranda rights?"
Chantelle throws her head back against his shoulder with laughter. "No, but you have now."
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a rookie nypd detective and a famous korean private investigator must...
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"Look who it is, the notorious Detective Taylor." Andrea, another member of the homicide unit, calls out in a teasing manner when she sees Chantelle walk through the double doors.
"Yes, it is I." She sighs dramatically, making her way to her desk and collapsing in her spinny chair. Then she leans back, taking a long sip from her coffee cup.
"Anything new?" She asks.
"Well Mr. Jeon was stabbed to death in the middle of the night and apparently Mrs. Jeon didn't hear anything because she took sleeping pills."
It certainly explains why Chantelle didn't get the call until this morning, Mrs. Jeon must have slept peacefully through the whole ordeal and then woken up only to see her husband dead in front of the bedroom door.
"Why didn't the murderer just kill both of them?" Andrea furrows her eyebrows. "She was sound asleep, it would've been an easy job."
"Who knows." Chantelle sighs.
Her phone suddenly starts buzzing and she hurriedly pulls it out of her pocket. It's Yoongi.
"Detective Taylor."
"Hey, are you back at the station yet?" He asks, sounding a bit exasperated. "I gave Mrs. Jeon some coffee but she's starting to get impatient."
Chantelle abruptly stands up from her chair. "Yeah, I'll be right there. What room are you in?"
"Three." He answers.
"Alright, see you soon." She hangs up the phone not too long after that, turning to Andrea as a sudden thought hits her. "Can you please call the building and ask them for security footage from the past twenty four hours?"
"Sure thing." She smiles.
"Thank you!" The detective chirps before leaving the room. She heads towards the hall where the interrogation rooms are, stopping at number three. Sure enough, Yoongi is leaned up against the wall outside. And of course she can't help but notice how sexy he looks, his arms crossed in front of his fit chest and his head tilted up towards the ceiling. The angle accentuates his jawline and makes his silvery locks fall back, revealing his forehead.
Chantelle diverts her eyes to Mrs. Jeon, who she can see sitting inside the room through the one-sided glass. She appears to be antsy and uncomfortable. The woman fidgets with her wedding ring, tapping her feet against the floor.
"Ready to go in?" Yoongi asks when he notices her presence.
Chantelle nods, pulling out her notepad and pen as she leads the way into the room.
"About time.." The woman mutters under her breath.
The detective musters up a polite smile, taking a seat across from her. "Sorry about the wait, Mrs. Jeon. We would just like to ask you a few questions and then you can be on your way."
