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02. The Suspect

9 am
Hanjeong Precinct.

★★★

"No, you don't understand!" The lady cried, her veins now reaching the surface of her neck while tears rolled down her cheeks. "My daughter's been killed!"

"Ma'am, we understand. We know it's painful but we're trying our best," Seokjin tried to soothe the woman.

"Oh really? Are you honestly trying your best?" She countered, her tears now leaving a trail on her cheeks as she wiped them, Seokjin's statement provoking anger in her. "It's been more than three weeks since I filed my complaint and you have done nothing! The culprit is walking free out there!"

"We're trying," Seokjin scowled at the lady. "And you yelling at us is literally diverting our interest from the case."

"What do you mean diverting you all?" She shouts louder, "I lost my daughter!"

"Ma'am, we're deeply sorry for your loss but you will have to co-operate with us." Hoseok said calmly, keeping a hand on Seokjin's shoulder to prevent the other from firing back.

Yoongi watched the scene while Jimin sat by the end of the room in front of his computer. The thick frame of glasses covered Jimin's eyes, his gaze locked on the screen at the light roamed his lenses. The pads of his fingers created a clutter against the keys, his search still going on.

Namjoon parked his bike outside the precinct and set foot into the place, his first sight paining him slightly.

Hoseok and Seokjin kept solacing the old lady while her tears ran down her cheeks. He knew he had to do something about this. He wasn't going to let loose that easily.

Deep down, Namjoon was aware that the one reason things weren't progressing the way they should have in Hanjeong was because it was a very lazy and lethargic precinct.

Hanjeong was a slow-running station. There were barely any cases that would be reported at Hanjeong. The only things the station took care of were small problems like pickpockets, and petty thefts.

The atmosphere of the place is what caused all the officers of the precinct to become languid as well. But they couldn't let callousness dominate and thus, Namjoon was steadfast of bringing justice to the girl.

"Ma'am," he piped into the conversation, "we assure you that we will bring your daughter justice. But we are at a lack of sources at the moment and we need you to co-operate with us." He was quite polite with the lady, which was probably the one reason she was now calming down.

The lady heaved an unsure sigh and her uncertainty was understandable. But she nodded, and left the precinct. Her tears didn't stop though, they continued to pool in her eyes, the last memory of her daughter briefly skipping past her mind.

"Stroppy, old woman," Seokjin scowled, trudging over to his desk and flopping on the chair. "Can we drop the case or something? We're unable to crack it anyways."

"We didn't even start working on it properly, Seokjin. If we don't do anything we're not going to be to crack it anyway." Hoseok explained to the older, sitting beside Jimin while the other abode his search.

"Have you found anything?" Namjoon asked, settling on his desk as they searched the belongings of the victim.

Jimin didn't turn his gaze at the team leader. He kept his eyes fixed on the screen as he replied, "nothing so informative yet, hyung. But I did take a look at the few functioning traffic cams of Daeun and last thing I see is Youngmi crossing the third signal that falls a kilometre before the Museum."