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|CHAPTER 22|

~About thirty minutes later~

Once again, I awoke without recalling the moment I had drifted off. Glancing at my phone, I noted it was nine o'clock. With a sigh, I thought to myself, I need to pack and prepare for bed; I have to rise early. Rising, I made my way to the stairs and ascended to my room.

I approached my closet, selected some clothes, and laid them out on my bed. Then, I returned to the closet to retrieve my suitcase, which I placed on the bed and opened. As I folded and packed the clothes, I remembered I needed extra toothpaste and a toothbrush. I got these items from the bathroom and placed them on the right side of the suitcase. After packing for about thirty minutes, I removed the suitcase from the bed and set it by the bedroom door. Before showering, I went to my walk-in closet to grab a black towel with gold trim, bearing my name, and sweatpants, then came back to the bedroom. I put the towel and clothes on the countertop, took off my shirt, tossed it into the hamper, and began unbuttoning my jeans.

and pulling the zipper down my jeans step out of them, bend down to pick them up put them in the hamper, and step into the shower, showing about twenty minutes. I stepped out of the shower grabbed the towel wrapped it around my waist walked back into the bedroom dried myself off sat down on the bed and picked up my phone set my alarm for seven o'clock and put it down on the nightstand. I grabbed my remote control to turn it on my wall-mounted waterfall. I went to turn it on but when pressed it nothing happened then I noticed it was unplugged so I sighed got up again walked up to it and plugged it and got back into bed turning it on and quickly fall asleep.

~NEXT MONRING~
My alarm woke me up, and I reached for my phone to silence it before getting out of bed. In the attached bathroom, I grabbed my spare toothbrush with my right hand, turned on the faucet with my left, and dampened it. Next, I took my spare toothpaste, uncapped it, applied some to the toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. Then, I entered my walk-in closet to select my clothes. Once dressed,

I checked my phone and noticed a message from Spencer: "Hey Derek, we will be there soon." I responded, "Okay, Spencer," tucked my phone into my back pocket, and proceeded with my morning routine. Holding my suitcase's handle, I pulled it behind me as I approached the stairs.

With caution, I descended each step, clutching the suitcase strap, and made my way to the living room. I placed it beside the door and, craving coffee, headed to the kitchen where the coffee pot awaited. Within three minutes, my mug was brimming with fresh coffee. Opting to unwind, I turned on the TV and settled into an episode of Criminal Minds (Korea), prepared to jot down notes. Halfway through, a sharp knock at the door startled me. I paused the show and rose to see who it was, turning the knob with a suspicion of the visitor's identity. Opening the door, I exclaimed, "Why are you banging on my door as if you're the police?" Spencer snapped back. "Well, Derek, we are the police! Hurry up; we have a plane to catch!" I sighed and replied, "Hold on; I need to turn everything off."

Spencer said, "Okay." As I turned, I noticed Spencer lifting my suitcase and taking it to the car. I made my way around the apartment, switching off all the appliances, then I took my house keys, stepped out, and secured the door with both the top and bottom locks. Approaching the car, I saw Spencer, Emily, and the others engaged in conversation. Spencer turned around and, upon seeing me approach the car, opened the door and stepped aside to let me in. As I made my way to sit next to Jason, David called out, "Hey Derek, can you come sit by me? I need to talk to you." Rising, I walked over and took the seat beside David. It was then that Spencer climbed back into the car, taking his place in the driver's seat.

I had resumed my seat when David spoke again, recapturing my attention. "Once we land in Seoul, we're heading straight to the police station," he stated. I mulled over a question I wanted to ask, but before I could, he preempted me, "Derek, I know what you're thinking. Our luggage will be sent to the sting house." Shocked at his insight, I inquired, "How did you know what I was thinking?" He chuckled and replied, "I can see smoke coming out of your ears." I stared at him, trying to decipher his meaning.