"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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After a bit of regrouping, the detectives have finally decided on their next move.
"Oh Andrea.." Chantelle coos, sidling up to her friend's desk. She takes a seat on the edge of it, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
"Yes, my dear?" Andrea coos right back, a warm smile on her lips as she lifts her gaze from her computer screen.
"Can you please do me a favor?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I missed hearing you say that." Her confession makes Chantelle break out of character with laughter. "Yeah, go ahead."
"Can you please contact the cell phone company that Imani Ashford used? Ask them if they can ping her phone."
Andrea nods dutifully. "Sure thing."
"You're the best." Chantelle beams, turning to walk away when her friend stops her in her tracks.
"Wait, I have a question." Andrea grabs her wrist, pulling her closer. "What is Mr. Hottie doing back here?"
"The Ashford family hired him." Chantelle shrugs, not wanting to go into too much detail. Although Andrea doesn't know about the fling they had, she still doesn't want to give her the impression that she is overly excited about his return.
Especially since she has a boyfriend. One who she just had a huge fight with and hasn't talked to all day, but a boyfriend nonetheless.
"Interesting." She hums. "Well you two work well together so this case should be a piece of cake."
"I hope so." Chantelle scoffs.
"Chan!" She jumps when she hears Taehyung's voice calling her from the other side of the office.
"I gotta go." She apologizes. "Let me know when you hear back from them, okay?"
The detective walks away, heading over to Taehyung. "Did you talk to him?"
He nods. "Yeah, Samuel should be stopping by after work. In the meantime, we can check on the bodies."
"Alright, let's go."
The detectives head to the elevator, taking it down to the basement. Once they arrive, they head straight to the autopsy room. Sure enough, the bodies of the victims are there but Jimin is not.
Chantelle sighs, knowing exactly where he must be. She beelines to his office and Taehyung follows closely behind.
"Y'all better not be fucking in there!" She calls out, only half joking as she knocks on the closed door.
"You know what, Chantelle? You're just jealous!" Jimin calls back, making her laugh.
"In your dreams! Is it safe for me to come in?"
"Yeah, come in."
Chantelle pushes open the door, noticing that Namjoon is gathering his jacket and other things. From the bright blush on his cheeks, she concludes that they were engaging in other activities not too long ago.
