A local thief and outcasted police detective, Park Seonghwa, become unlikely partners in crime to solve a string of murders.
START: 3.31.2020
FINISH: 2.20.2021
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record 04...JUNE 12
5:13 PM
JARROD IS LATE. Levi is positioned awkwardly on her bed, picking at the sheets with her eyes watching the front lawn from the window. She checks her phone again, deflating when she sees no new notifications. He isn't responding to her messages or calls.
What if the idiot went and got himself caught?
Tired of restlessly waiting around, she stands and digs through messy dark clothes in her closet before pulling on another black hoodie on top of her tank top. She throws her backpack over her shoulder and slips on her sneakers.
Turning the light on her night stand off, she leaves her room and closes the door quieter than necessary. She doesn't want to run into her aunt unless she has to.
She is not that lucky, unfortunately. Never has been.
"Where are you going?" she asks, taking a sip from a beer can where she lies on the couch.
"Just out for a bit, Patrice," Levi replies, trying to get to the door without further conversation.
"Why don't you call me aunt like you used to? You and Maya were so cute and tiny back then," she slurs her words, waving a hand around loosely. "Sometimes I miss those days...and your mom, of course. And the old house and sometimes, even my ex."
Levi leans a hand against the paneled walls of the living room, turning to face her aunt.
"I'll be back," she promises more firmly before leaving the trailer and ignoring Patrice's drunken mutterings. Outside, she tightens her grip on her bag, worries settling in.
Everything is like usual, the dying grass of the trailer park, the loud shouts of the neighboring couple's arguments, and fresh smell of the air. Everything is normal, except Levi feels unease bubbling its way in her stomach and winding through the town.
Another body on the beach, again. Another person gone, one day here and the next somewhere unseen and distant like a passing storm. She imagines how they must of felt as the sea claimed their lungs, a shiver climbing up her spine.
Nothing feels safe anymore.
She tries to calm herself down, slowly making her way to the bus stop on the main road. The news hadn't said anything about foul play yet. Maybe she was overreacting.
The sound of wheels crushing gravel behind her causes her to stop in her tracks, turning to see a familiar silver 2004 Toyota Corolla, an air freshener swinging on the rearview mirror. It stops beside her, Jarrod exiting from the driver's seat.
"Hey why'd you leave your house? I was on my way," he questions with a disappointed frown, coming around the hood of the car to face her.
