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10 :: Truculence

"Song... Song Taeju... How'd you know that he's my prime suspect?"

Cards, a pack of cards has 4 suits: spades, hearts, diamonds and clubs. But it also has a card higher than all other suits, the Trump.

The identity of Song Taeju wasn't limited to the clutches of Y/n and the smallest detail about him was mysterious enough to co-relate him with the case. But I did not see a reason to conclude him as the prime suspect.

"I'm your senior. I know a little more than you do in this field. But about Taeju, I knew it from the three victims' call history."

"I can certainly understand how you got to know of him. How'd you know that this person was the one I was hiding?" She hollered at me.

"It's very simple. I know you had asked for the call history from Taehyun. I did the same and was informed. You're not stupid enough to not look out for the common calls. The only difference is that, both Anhyun and Bumjoon only received incoming calls and Yohan had both incoming and outgoing calls." I stated firmly.

"But I couldn't find Taeju's identity." She confessed her failure and sighed desperately. A sly smile was creeping on my lips which she happened to notice well holding her impulsive reaction back.

"Look at the call history." I threw down a bunch of papers on her lap for her to study closely. Her dark eyes stayed fixed on me before turning around to study the papers.

The sly smile on my lips broadened and transitioned into a guileful smirk. Sweat beads on her forehead reflected the bright light in my office and I was enjoying the sight of her struggling to find the relation, I used to decipher our suspect's identity.

I would have been glad to help her if it wasn't her who swanked her revolutionary war skills first.

"Did you understand?" I asked, still seated like that literal jerk I've read about in fanfictions, but maintained my politeness in my statements.

"Hmm, maybe a little." Pushing the inner wall of her left cheek with her tongue, she mildly responded to me. At first, I was a tad bit surprised yet after everything, she was still the class topper.

"And what are your conclusions?" I interrogated, this time being genuinely interested to know her ideas.

"You already helped me by giving the clue that Yohan had received calls. I tried to look into the locations from which the calls were dialed. Not the exact same location, but somewhere around the Clubs in Hongdae." She replied.

"Good. Now login to the computer and check out for all the calls that left on a certain day and time from that place." I replied.

She looked around and spotted my PC desktop right next to me. Pulling her chair a little closer, she turned the device on and jabbed her slender fingers on the keys of the keyboard.

She chose Thursday, 16 September 2008, 5 days before Lee Yohan's death. The day had the maximum number of incoming calls, all from the same location. Not that naive, I see.