Vienna Song is a Ravenport PD's detective with a knack for solving the unsolvable. Tasked with investigating a series of chilling disappearances, she's forced to partner with the hot and reckless criminal Jeon Jungkook.
As they dig deeper and uncov...
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September, 8 Friday
Vienna was leaning against her desk, tearing chunks off her croissant. The crumbs collected on the edge of a file she had yet to open, but her mind was elsewhere.
Her gaze drifted to the board on the wall—the one she'd practically memorized by now. She pushed herself off the desk and walked over, her footsteps almost soundless. The faces of the missing women stared back at her, as if begging to be found.
Vienna's eyes moved slowly from one to the next, lingering on each woman as if she could will them back with just a glance. When she reached Michele's photo, she paused. Michele's smile was subdued, almost uncertain, like she knew something was coming.
Vienna's focus shifted to the smaller pictures pinned around Michele's portrait—the sketch of the brand symbol, her broken crescent moon necklace, likely snapped in a struggle, and then... the close-up of Michele's nails.
The sloppy white polish, chipped and uneven, clashed with the meticulous care she was sure Michele would have taken. Something about it tugged at Vienna's gut.
No way Michele did the nails herself. Are they the killer's message, his final act of control?
The thought bothered her, leaving a bitter taste in the back of her throat.
"Song!" Yoongi's voice yanked her out of her thoughts.
She turned and caught sight of him navigating the crowded bullpen, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.
"Late again?" she called out, an eyebrow arching with mock judgment.
"Don't start, Song" he sighed, holding up a coffee cup as if it were a white flag. "Peace offering. And in my defense, Ji's out of town, the kid's sick, and I spent my morning bribing a teenager to babysit. This detective," he pointed at himself, "is running on fumes."
Vienna smirked, plucking the cup from his hand. "You're always running on fumes."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't rub it in," Yoongi replied, collapsing into the chair across from her. He rubbed the back of his neck like he was trying to massage the life back into his body. "Catch me up. What'd I miss?"
Vienna set her croissant down and took a sip of the coffee. It wasn't terrible. "David Park's in the clear. His alibi holds for both nights."
Yoongi exhaled sharply through his teeth. "So, we're left with a hickey-covered clown who won't play ball. Gotta love this job."
"You can say that again," Vienna nodded, crumpling her croissant wrapper. "What about the river body?"
Yoongi leaned in, lowering his voice, the fatigue slipping into something more serious. "Asra's on it. She's down at the morgue, waiting on the autopsy. Won't be long now. But from what she's told me so far, it's looking nasty."
