Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

On Edge

Jimin screamed, "What the hell Jin put that away!"

Hyunsha came rushing out and stopped with wide eyes when she saw the gun I had pointed in her general direction. 

I took control of my body back from the adrenaline that had kicked in. "Sorry, I'm a little on edge," I mumbled. I uncocked my pistol and tucked it away. 

"Tough case?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow.

I scoffed, "You have no idea."

To ease the tension, Jimin poured me a glass of expensive wine that I didn't want to know the name of, for fear of my wallet screaming.

I watched Hyunsha, pull her hair into a high ponytail, she is known to dye her hair often, and it does look recently done...

God Jin! Just let the case go for one hour! Besides you know Hyunsha! She would never be behind such gruesome killings, she's too kind!             

...Right? 

"Everything okay Jin?" Hyunsha asked, dragging me out of my daydream. Concern on her face.

I nodded, finishing my glass in one go. Jimin poured me more.

I relaxed into the chair. We stayed silent for a while.

"I- um- actually have some paperwork to catch up on." Hyunsha's voice sounded a little gruff as she stood up hastily and left the room.

Odd...

Jimin changed the subject quickly.

"So how is your current case going?"

"Pretty bad, You Know Who is involved," I said, meeting Jimin's gaze.

His eyes went wide, "Confirmed?!"

"Pretty much," I sighed, burying my face in my hands.

"You're in deep shit then," Jimin said, filling my glass full again. I need it...

"You know Jin-hyung we've been friends for a while, and you're a smart man. I know that those thugs can't get to you if you were blindfolded."

"Thanks, Jiminie" I unburied my face and sipped my drink.

"If you could solve my dad's murder I think you can do anything."

I smiled and nodded. That was a tough case...

"The only trouble," I start to say, "is that it's eerily similar to the Unsolvable Case, I don't want to fail again."

"Maybe, but I'm sure you'll solve this one."

I sure hope so.

"So what did that minty bitch do again to Hoseok?" Jimin asked.

"God, who knows what his intentions were really, but I walked in on them about to have sex." I sighed. "He doesn't like to talk about it."

Jimin hummed in response.

"I don't have any leads either, which is making me more anxious by the minute."

"Don't stress so much, you'll shrink your brain." Jimin fretted. "Here, come see our new porch, the fresh air will take your mind off things."

Jimin lead the way through his enormous house and out the back door to what would normally be a luscious backyard, now feeling the first reaches of autumn. He set our drinks down on the finely carved wooden table that was probably worth more than me. The sound of a bubbling water feature caught my attention.

"How's Namjoon?" Jimin asked.

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding, "Jimin, every week we talk, you ask, and every week I tell you I haven't talked to him."

"I know that, but you really should!"

"I saw him the other day."

Jimin raised a curious eyebrow.

"He had a case, and that's what put this whole thing in motion."

"Does he still live in that townhouse?" Jimin inquired.

"I think so," I said.

"You really need to talk to him Hyung." Jimin insisted.

I let out another anxious sigh and pinched the bridge of my nose.

Great, now I have a headache.

For the rest of the evening, I didn't drink, so I could drive myself home. But boy did I wish I did because Jimin kept pestered me for the rest of the evening, and into the night. At about 10:30 I finally slid into my car.