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The sun dipped low over the city, casting long shadows that stretched like dark fingers across the streets as the team gathered in their makeshift headquarters. Yoongi sat hunched over the cluttered desk, his sharp eyes scanning over the notes he'd meticulously gathered. Namjoon stood behind him, his arms crossed, his face deep in thought. They had spent hours dissecting the alibis of Kang Minho’s assistant, Lee Sun-ah, and his editor, Han Jin-soo, and something wasn’t sitting right.
Yoongi’s voice cut through the silence, low and deliberate. “There’s a gap in her story. Sun-ah claims she was with Jin-soo at the time of Minho’s death, but their timelines don’t add up. And look at this,” he pointed to a document, “her calls. She said she was at home after leaving Jin-soo, but these late-night calls to an unregistered number? They start around midnight, every night, for the past month.”
Jungkook, who had been busy with his laptop, leaned in from the couch, his fingers flying across the keys. “I’m in her phone records now. Hold on.” His eyes flickered with focus as he hacked into her data. A moment later, he let out a triumphant breath. “Got it. The calls are all to the same number. It's a burner phone. She was talking to someone—frequently.”
Namjoon’s eyes darkened, his voice calm but heavy with suspicion. “Whoever she was calling might be connected to Minho’s death.”
Yoongi nodded, his fingers tapping against the desk. “There’s something she’s hiding. We need to confront her before she slips away.”
Just then, Namjoon’s phone buzzed. A text came through from Taehyung, who had been staking out Sun-ah’s apartment. His message was brief but urgent: She’s leaving the apartment. Fast.
Namjoon’s face tightened with resolve. “We need to move. She’s running.”
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The dim lights of the city blurred into streaks of gold as the team split into action. They caught up with Sun-ah in a narrow alleyway near her apartment, where the brick walls loomed on either side, trapping them in a tense confrontation.
Namjoon’s voice was steady but authoritative as he approached her. “Lee Sun-ah, we need to talk. About the calls. About the lies.”
Sun-ah froze for a moment, her eyes wide with panic, but quickly, she attempted to regain her composure. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stammered, her voice cracking.
Yoongi stepped forward, his tone colder, sharper. “The midnight calls. The burner phone. The discrepancies in your alibi. You weren’t just an assistant, were you?”
Sun-ah’s breath hitched, her eyes darting from Yoongi to Namjoon. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. Namjoon narrowed his gaze, taking a step closer. “Who were you working for, Sun-ah? Who killed Minho?”
