"They're all unpleasant people."
The cause of Kim Namjoon's death was murder, not food poisoning.
As they delve deeper into the case, Inspector Jung Hoseok and Chief Constable Jung Wheein notice things amiss the suspicious folk of the dead man.
Ther...
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When the Prodigal Son arrived at the dead father's doorstep
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"MR. CHWE?" spoke his secretary, poking her head through a crack in the doorframe to find her employer buried, not in paperwork, but in his hands. His nervous face looked up and nodded, signalling her to continue.
"There are two police officers who wish to meet you. Said that they had an appointment with you, although I didn't see that in today's list. They insist that they have one, however. Should I let them in?"
"Yes, please. I hadn't informed you on someone's request," Hansol murmured, but thankfully the secretary caught on and promptly left.
In a few minutes, the door to his cabin opened again and Hoseok and Wheein were escorted in.
"Seokjin's on his way," he informed, smiling glibly.
Hoseok nodded grimly and dropped in the vacant seat opposite Hansol's desk. Wheein stood awkwardly behind him, hunting for a place to sit that wouldn't make her look too conspicuous or too concealed until she saw Hansol indicating to the couch a few steps away from his desk, its back set against the long, curtained window.
As she took her seat, the door swung open without warning and in walked a tall, striking man.
How unfair that all the good-looking folk come from such a rotten family tree, Wheein mundanely mused, drinking in Kim Seokjin's features.
Clad in dandy colors of lavender, the man's face glistened with sweat, reflecting the hot weather of the day. Beads of perspiration clung evenly to his ruby lips as he made his way to Hansol's desk, sweeping up the bottle of distilled water and pouring it out in a mug with the company label. Not a word escaped from the others present in the room as they watched Seokjin gulping down its contents. After being assured that his thirst was quenched, he turned to the staring folk.
"Well? Shouldn't we get down to whatever came for?"
"Oh, yes," Wheein nodded, turning to Hoseok.
The latter began to address Seokjin, who was now leaning against one of the cerulean walls.
"We have been investigating the cause of his death, as you may know-" Seokjin nodded to confirm his knowledge of the same. "And just yesterday, we discovered the cause behind it."
"Y-you did?" Hansol interjected, wiping his brow for the umpteenth time.
"Yes, we did," said Hoseok, rising from his revolving seat.
"Well?" Seokjin asked, his demeanor still cool.
"Potassium cyanide, Mr. Kim. In the dregs of Kim Namjoon's cup alone. How it was administered, we cannot tell."
So it was a case of food poisoning, after all, Wheein noted as she kept switching focus between Hansol's shocked face and Seokjin's unruffled one. Only the food didn't ruin on its own due to natural causes. It was tampered.
