Fatal Trouble | Y.Jw

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The very next morning three young detectives stepped foot in the police station. Getting seated in the front hall by the secretary behind the desk. All three of them sat in their either grey or brown suits. One of them had pinstripes on his suit, a second had a dark-coloured tartan waistcoat under his blazer and the third wore a pair of squared glasses on his nose - rolling his thumbs patiently as the second one checked his watch impatiently.

"I thought they said it was urgent," the impatient in the tartan waistcoat sighed and arched a brow above his round doe-like eyes.

"It's a small town, what did you expect?" the patient third one question with a snicker. Leaning forward to talk across the youngest detective sitting in the middle, "Besides... if it was urgent they would've requested for all of us to show up."

The oldest sighed and leaned back in his highly uncomfortable seat - at least if you asked him. Nothing happened in the front room for a while, only the secretary scratching away at a document filled the soundless room. That was until the door swung open and another young woman wandered in with what looked like a heavy and chunky briefcase.

"Good morning Miss Young," the secretary smiled gently as she looked at the newcomer. The smile revealing more about the age of the secretary. Smile lines and crow feet appearing at the corner of her eyes.

"I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Choi, but it seems quite urgent," Miss Young breathed out and heaved the big case up onto the counter and opened it. Revealing a neat and beautiful cream-coloured typewriter, "Do you know if I have to pay the full cost myself if I need to get my typewriter fixed? I use it for work, obviously, but also for study. I was hoping I could get the cost covered now that it seems that a court case soon will start with Defendant Jung."

"Let me look over our insurance in your contract," Secretary Choi hummed and turned to a large drawer system and looked through various files, "the three young men are the detectives from up north. Detective Ahn called them in last night."

"Oh..." Miss Young turned her head and looked at the three young men with surprise. All three of them sent her a small nod, some more kind-looking than one impatient one, "How do you do?"

"Fine," the one in the tartan waistcoat smiled widely.

"Did anything happen tonight for them to get called down?" Miss Young questioned and looked over at Secretary Choi.

"Another murder," Secretary Choi nodded and fished out a file and started flipping through it, "you've seen how Detective Ahn is looking lately. He's too affected by there being no progress. But no students have been targeted yet, you have no need to worry Miss Young."

"I sure hope not," Miss Young nodded with a small smile, "I was hoping to move to a big city after I finish my degree. This old town does get a tad bit boring once you've lived here all your life."

"Twenty-one years is nothing, my dear," Secretary Choi reminded with a small chuckle, "now... let's see... Court transcript writer Miss Young Jiyeon attains the following insurance in relation to her job; reparation of devices needed for work, protection programme, and health insurance. Looks like you're covered."

"Wonderful," Miss Young, or Jiyeon, breathed a breath of relief and gently pushed her typewriter across the table, "It's just the 'H' and 'I' that's not working. If they change the ink ribbon, just let them, it must be long overdue."

"Sure thing, I'll make sure to send it with Detective Ahn later once he has to leave with the three Detectives," Secretary Choi assured and Jiyeon immediately nodded.

"If you don't mind, miss... Young," the impatient of the three detectives spoke up, attracting the attention of the young woman in the room, "I have a few spare ink ribbons from my old typewriter when I was still a student. I'd sell them to you for a cheap price."