"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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"I got the results from the DNA sample." Jimin announces. Before Chantelle can celebrate though, he holds up a finger. "But.."
Oh no.
"But what?"
"But we ran it through our database as well as CODIS. No match." Jimin purses his lips as Chantelle sighs in defeat.
They have the killer's DNA, but no existing record of him in the system. So close yet so far.
"I have Jungkook in custody. If I get a sample from him today, how soon do you think you can get it back to me?"
Jimin winces. "I can try for tonight but most likely Monday."
"Monday is fine." Chantelle reassures him. "I dont want you to overwork yourself. Thanks, Jimin."
"No problem." He winks at the detective before walking off.
Although the results of the DNA didn't yield the information she was hoping for, Chantelle is determined to remain optimistic. After all, they now have another suspect in custody. With their skills and a bit of luck, hopefully they'll get him to crack.
"Alright, let's get started." Chantelle steps into the interrogation room where Jungkook and Taehyung are already seated across from each other. She sits next to her partner, scooting her chair closer.
Chantelle then focuses her eyes on Jungkook, who is currently staring down at the table in front of him. "Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable before we get started? Do you need some water or something?"
"Can you take these off?" He mumbles, lifting his wrists so she can see that they are still cuffed together.
"Oh yeah, of course." She fumbles for the key in her pocket. Once she finds it, she motions for Jungkook to rest his arms on top of the table. She unlocks the cuffs, pulling them off and putting them in her pocket. "Okay, anything else?"
Jungkook shakes his head, looking down at the table.
"Well in that case, we're going to be very honest with you Jungkook." Chantelle sighs, pulling out her trusty recording device and turning it on. "Your father was just murdered and you're refusing to talk to us. It's not looking good for you right now."
Jungkook finally lifts his head after a few moments, his eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "Y-you don't think I did this." When the two detectives simply blink at him in response, his jaw slackens. "Wait, do you?"
"We have reasons to believe you might be involved, yes." Taehyung admits.
Jungkook instantly shakes his head, panic seeming to set in once again. "Why would I kill my own father? I loved him." The raw emotion in his voice is so real, it's hard not to believe him.
But Chantelle forces herself to put that thought aside. She needs to do her job. "Where were you in the early hours of Thursday morning, specifically a few minutes past midnight?"
