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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"You're not helping yourself, Jungkook." Eunwoo's voice was taut, barely reining in the frustration that had been simmering since he walked in.
Jungkook slouched in the metal chair like it was his living room couch, cuffs clinking softly as his hands rested loosely on his lap. His legs stretched out, the soles of his boots scraping across linoleum that had seen better days. He looked as though he had all the time in the world. The clock didn't tick any slower in a police station, but it sure felt like it.
He was good at that—playing unbothered when things were crumbling around him.
Across the table stood Eunwoo, not buying the nonchalance. Not for a second. The lawyer was as stiff as a wooden board, his suit jacket creaking like it was straining against his annoyance. The overhead light buzzed, harsh and unforgiving, but the only thing harsher was Eunwoo's tone.
"This isn't some back-alley hustle where you can flash a smile and walk away clean. You're in a box for murder. Get it through your head."
Jungkook didn't flinch, letting the lawyer's words bounce off him like rain off a coat.
Eunwoo can yell all he wants. The cops have nothing. They can't touch me. Not yet.
Eunwoo's patience cracked. "Yah, Jungkook! You think this is a game? They'll pin this on you if you don't give them something. Where the hell were you the night Michele disappeared?"
Jungkook let out a breath, finally looking at him. A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth—slow, deliberate. "You know I don't trust cops," he said, his voice low and casual, like none of this mattered. "Why would I tell them anything?"
Eunwoo's hands slammed onto the table. "Because if you don't, you'll be rotting in here while they build a case to bury you! They've got enough to make your life hell, and if you keep playing coy, they'll push 'til you snap."
Jungkook shrugged, the smirk glued in place. "Let them push. They've got 24 hours left. Then I'm out."
Eunwoo let out a long, exasperated sigh, fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose like Jungkook was a migraine he couldn't shake. "You're not getting it. Sure, they'll let you walk, but you'll have a tail so far up your ass you'll feel it in your throat. Every move, watched. Is that what you want?"
Jungkook's smirk faltered slightly.
A tail?
His mind clicked into gear. It wasn't about stepping out of here—it was what came after. Sunday. The auction. Eyes on him now would burn the whole damn thing to the ground.
Shit.
He couldn't have them sniffing around, poking into things that had nothing to do with Michele. Getting to Degas was too big, too risky. If they caught wind of it, he wouldn't just be dodging a murder rap. They'd bury him under everything else.
