"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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A/N: their outfits are in the pic above! ^^
Costello's friend's mansion is extravagant by anyone's standards. Even a billionaire would gawk at it.
The detective's eyes are wide with amazement as she walks past the gorgeous water fountain. She narrowly avoids stepping on the perfectly mowed grass with her strappy silver heels, approaching the front steps.
Then she starts going up them, now looking directly at the house that might as well be a castle. It's just as tall as it is wide and she can see at least five crystal chandeliers through the large windows.
"Invitations, please?" The security guard at the door holds out his hand.
Chantelle gives him her forged invitation and Taehyung does the same.
As he examines them, her heart starts to beat a little faster in her chest.
What if he realizes they are fake?
This whole mission could be over before it even starts.
But then he looks up, giving them a subtle nod.
Taehyung smiles politely at guard, putting his hand on the small of Chantelle's back to lead her inside.
As soon as she is able to breathe properly again, the interior of the house puts her in another state of awe.
It's completely stunning, from the marble floors to the extremely tall ceilings. Everything is either white or beige with gold accents.
And of course, there are people milling around and socializing like it's just any other old Friday night for them.
"This is some white people shit, for real." Chantelle mumbles.
"No, this is some rich people shit."
"Okay, this is some rich, white people shit." Chantelle corrects herself just as an older white couple walks past them. They take a double take, giving an offended look to both detectives.
Taehyung and Chantelle divert their eyes elsewhere but as soon as the couple walks away, they burst into laughter.
"Okay, this is supposed to be serious. We need to stop." She takes a deep breath, composing herself. Then she subtly presses down on her earpiece and lowers her voice. "We're in, no eyes on the suspect yet."
"Copy." Lieutenant Winters' voice crackles in her ear. He's not physically here, instead he's sitting in an unmarked police car down the block. "Just socialize a bit while you wait, act natural."
"Copy." She replies.
"What did he say?"
"Just socialize until we spot him."
"Sounds good to me." Taehyung shrugs, linking his arm with hers as they walk further into the mansion.
They check out the various rooms and Chantelle makes a mental note of the den's location. She'll be revisiting that later.
