INSIDE MONSTER. THE FUGITIVE.

CHAPTER 30: THE HUNTING OF MICE

Seeing San DuSik getting out of Min SinJu's club, Yu furiously hissed through his teeth, „Look where the mouse was hiding: in the snake's hole! I thought that the snakes and the mice weren't good friends, but I was wrong."

Kan smiled. „Of course, they are good friends! And... am I wrong or he's drunk?"

Putting his sunglasses on and even squinting to see things better, Yu looked through the front windshield at San DuSik, who walked like the wind all over the road. This made him smile eventually and say, „Yes, he's drunk. And... interesting: who made him drink so much? Or... should I ask what?"

„What do I know?! Maybe he lost his luck?"

„Something I doubt."

„Why? Because... rats like him are lucky since they are borned and have cat's skills too?" Yu squinted at Kan. „What? He's definitely a cat because he always falls on his four paws when he's thrown off something."

„Maybe you are right, but... I also know that those like him aren't aware that luck has a short tail and you can lose it as fast as you've gotten it. Why exactly? Because... there is always a more cunning cat to put her paw on the mouse and twist his neck. If there isn't any cat around, I'll happily do that in her place."

„You'll need evidence for that. So, take some pictures of him. Yeah, don't lose any side of him or he might accuse us of fabricating evidence."

Yu cooked his nose, setting the camera up. „I waste such good data on such a stinky rat," he growled. Seeing that Kan said nothing to his remark but focused on the message he was writing so fast, the inspector glanced at him to see the message. „The hamster is on the wheel," a message that made the inspector frown. Then, reproachfully shaking his head, Yu asked the detective, „Whom did you send that message? To Mrs. Oh?"

„Ia!"

„What?" The inspector asked, smiling. „I was just asking because... the only hamster I know is the one to my left."

„And the only one I know to have a sharp tongue is an inspector," Kan growled. Seeing Yu squinting at him, the detective cooked his nose and, hiding the phone in his pocket, he added, „I didn't send that message to her but to Prosecutor Han."

Yu stared at him, thunderstruck. „To Prosecutor Han? At this late hour? Are you lovers or something?"

„Can you stop this bullshit? I'm not his mistress to send him sweet messages at dawn. I was just... informing him about the mission, something that interests him because I'm sure he'll be damn happy if San DuSik gets to the same place he visited yesterday."

The inspector frowned again. „Did Prosecutor Han visit some particular place yesterday?" Hearing this question, Kan glanced at him, sending a particular message to Yu, „Are you dumb or are you only pretending to be one?" A message that had been right away understood by Yu, who strangely grinned when he said, „I had a day off. That's why I don't know all the important details of your lover Han's daily routine."

Kan slapped his forehead. Then, reproachfully shaking his head, he said, „You and your damn jokes. And... I'm sure that if Han DooSan finds out about this, he will definitely send you back to the countryside. Or... to the grave."

„And, for this not to happen, a particular person would watch my back, right?"

„Was this... a particular person... about me?"

„We are friends, right?"

„Something I wasn't aware of. So, as I don't know certain things, I won't ever risk my head for others."

„Traitor!"

„The one who accused me of having a „special relationship" with the boss was talking about this. Now, leaving the jokes aside and to inform you about the hottest of the latest news, I'll tell you this: Han DooSan felt on his own skin yesterday what those whom he ever sent behind bars had felt when they reached jail."