Private Investigator: Who Hit The Hit Man?

The Games Afoot

-one month later-

I walked into my office, Namjoon was leaning against Jungkook's desk enthralled in conversation.

I beamed at my two boys.

"Gossiping about me?" I teased as I approached them, my stride long.

"Not at all, babe," Namjoon smiled, wrapping an arm around me.

There was an uncertain knock on my door, I sent Kook to let a distressed couple enter the room, looking around furtively.

"Seokjin? Right?" The woman asked.

"That's me," I said handing them the box of tissues.

"Please, we've been to two other detectives, please help us," she sobbed.

"We're desperate," the husband chimed in.

"What's the issue?" I asked warmly, Namjoon making a convenient trip to the bathroom.

Jungkook started to scribble.

"Our daughter is missing, it's been six months! N-no one can find her!" The woman continued to sob.

Her husband rubbed her back gently as she cried.

An impossible case, hm...

"Please help us," He said, wipping the tear track off his cheek.

I raised an eyebrow at my assistant, smirking.

"Sure, no problem."