The Invincibles-KTH FF (BOOK II)

-FIFTY FIVE-

That stopped me. It took everything not to sock him in the face. "Support my team?" I laughed, pulling on my coat. "Kid, I've been here for seven years. I've been shot at, ran over and almost blown up. I work cases I can get arrests for. This ain't a game, boy. My coat says 'Seoul P.D.' not Team Cop. My badge says Officer Nam. You want to prove your stripes? You want to see the Kims go down, even though you have no clue who they are? Fine, whatever. Just meet me in interrogation in five minutes."

Grabbing a water bottle, I walked out of the pen.

"I ain't no rookie anymore," he yelled from behind me. What else could he say?

"Shut your pie-hole, kid and get us some coffee," someone behind me yelled, but I didn't bother to care or to look back.

You can always tell when the Feds were in town; they snatched any high profile case and made sure to slap their names in Big Bird yellow all over the joint. Walking down the hall, I did not meet anyone's gaze before entering the file room. I didn't have much time left. I was playing with a whole new type of fire here.

This water bottle was my only chance left.

The key to being a liar was that you had to believe your lies. It was as simple as that. Tell lies you can believe, and when you do, the world will believe them right along with you. So when I stepped into the hallway, I knew what I wanted to see. I knew the lie I would believe; the maid was a liar and I was going to make her admit it.

Everything felt sharp; my senses had never been so clear, and I was going play every single card I had. The FBI agents were all waiting, hoping they had something. Next to them was Sijun, who was just short of rubbing his hands together.

Staring at the tan skinned, dark haired woman praying at the table, I tried not to break character. "She said anything yet?"

She couldn't have been a day over thirty maybe?

"She won't talk until she sees a visa. It doesn't make sense though. She has a kid over the border. Why not ask for him to get a free pass? She wants a visa for herself instead?" Sijun asked.

"After she told us about the First Lady, she was all 'Hail Mary full of grace,' over and over. If I were Mary, I would be annoyed," the officer to my right scoffed before turning towards the two-way mirror. "This is a waste of time. They're questioning the First Lady right now. It's your collar you should go watch."

"I'll be over there in a minute. I just want to take a crack at her first."

"We," Sijun said, stepping up, "We want to take a crack at her."

"Knock yourselves out. Ask Mother Mary for a prayer for me." He laughed before walking off.

Step one; done.

"So, how are we going to go at her?" Sijun asked, trying to walk in, but I stopped him at the door.