Once back at the precinct, they found Yoongi and Jaehyun waiting for them in the conference room, the bright fluorescent lights a stark contrast to the shadowy alleyways they had just left. The room was a whirlwind of paper and coffee cups, evidence of the long hours the two detectives had spent reviewing case files and piecing together the puzzle of Wendy's life.
Rosé placed the note on the table, the words "You will never find me" stark against the glossy surface. Yoongi leaned in, his eyes scanning the words before looking up at her with a furrowed brow. "This is new," he said, his voice low and measured. Jaehyun's gaze darted between them, the gravity of the situation not lost on him.
Jungkook laid out the brush with the crimson flakes, explaining the grisly discovery. Yoongi's eyes widened, and he reached for a magnifying glass to examine the bristles more closely. "This isn't good," he murmured, his thumb tracing the edge of the note. "The killer's getting cocky, leaving us breadcrumbs like this."
Jaehyun leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers under his chin. "So, we have two suspects: Minghao, her friend, and Jeonghan, her ex. What's our next move?"
Rosé took a deep breath, her mind racing with the events of the night. "We need to look closer at their alibis, maybe re-interview them," she suggested. Jungkook nodded in agreement, adding, "And we should check the CCTV footage around the studio again. Maybe we missed something."
The four of them huddled around the table, their eyes glued to the incriminating evidence. The air was thick with the weight of their unspoken thoughts, the room buzzing with the energy of the unsolved mystery. The clock on the wall ticked away, a relentless reminder of the time slipping through their fingers. They were all acutely aware that the killer was out there, watching, waiting for their next move.
Yoongi spoke up, his voice firm. "We're getting closer. We just need to stay sharp and follow the trail." His words hung in the air, a silent pep talk that resonated with each of them. They had a job to do, and they would not rest until Wendy's killer was brought to justice.
Their eyes met, a silent promise passing between them. The camaraderie in the room was palpable, a bond forged by shared purpose and the grim reality of their work. With renewed determination, they dived back into the case files, piecing together the puzzle of Wendy's life, searching for the one piece that would reveal the face of her killer.
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I've got a bad feeling about this one," Jungkook murmured, his eyes flickering over the crime scene photos scattered across the table.
"Me too," Detective Rosé agreed, her voice tight with tension. "Wendy Kim's murder is getting more complicated by the minute."
They had been at it for hours, piecing together the jigsaw puzzle of the young woman's life, searching for a motive behind the gruesome act. Jeonghan, Wendy's ex-boyfriend, sat in the interrogation room, his hands shackled to the metal table. His eyes were red-rimmed and his voice cracked as he recounted their tumultuous relationship, insisting on his innocence. Despite his distress, something felt off. The way his eyes darted around the room, avoiding their gaze, and the tremor in his hands as he recounted their last argument. Yet, there was no concrete evidence linking him to the crime.
Meanwhile, Minghao, Wendy's closest friend, remained elusive. The detectives had hit a wall trying to track him down. His phone was switched off, his apartment empty, and no one from their tight-knit circle had seen or heard from him since the night of the murder. The silence was deafening, and it was starting to feel like he was slipping through their fingers.
The interrogation with Jeonghan had been intense, but ultimately fruitless. His alibi checked out, and the security footage confirmed his whereabouts at the time of the murder. It was frustrating, but they had to follow the evidence, no matter how much their gut screamed otherwise. As they stepped out into the stark, fluorescent-lit hallway, Rosé rubbed her temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache creep in.
"We need to find Minghao," she said, her voice a low growl of determination. "There's something he's not telling us."
Jungkook nodded, his jaw set in a firm line. "Agreed. And we need to do it fast."
They shared a look that spoke volumes - the kind of look that forms between partners who have seen too much and know that time is of the essence. They couldn't shake the feeling that they were chasing shadows, and the real killer was laughing at them from just out of reach.
The clock on the wall ticked away, each second echoing in the quiet room like a mocking taunt. The case was heating up, and the pressure was on. They had two suspects, but no solid leads. As they turned to walk away from the interrogation room, a sudden hush fell over the bustling precinct. The only sound was the persistent tap of their shoes on the linoleum floor, a rhythm that seemed to punctuate the gravity of their situation.
Outside, the city hummed with life, oblivious to the dark secrets hidden within its concrete jungle. The neon lights cast an eerie glow on the sidewalks, a stark contrast to the cold, stark reality of the unsolved case that waited for them back at their desks. The night was young, and the hunt was just beginning.
