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 27...AUGUST 20
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SEONGHWA HAS NEVER been on the other side of the bars until now. He had always been strict and focused on perfection. A spotless record. Now here he is, locked away and accused of an assault he didn't commit.
It's hard. Impossible to think clearly, to solve the puzzle even with all of the pieces in front of him. Blood and glass in the carpet, a lamp on the floor. The only thing that sticks is Levi. The image of her screaming for help, abandoned with nowhere to hide in her trailer, rips him apart from the inside out.
He grips the metal bars of the cell tighter, the wounds on his knuckles pulled thin and stinging. He has to squint through the dim sunlight and floating dust motes to see the officer standing guard in a murky corner but he sees him nonetheless–staring back at him.
Seonghwa grits his teeth. "Amit get me out of these fucking hand cuffs."
Amit swallows and looks away. The keys jingle on his belt mockingly. "We both know I can't do that."
A shaky chuckle leaves Seonghwa, grating and overflowing with resentment. He leans his head against the cool bars in hopes that it will calm him down. It doesn't.
"This is a fucking waste of time." He glares through the bars. "We both know it wasn't me. Levi–"
"–Do we?" Amit finally looks up with a tick in his jaw, his usual calm left hanging by a thread. A vein protrudes at his hairline. "It's your fucking hoodie covered in her blood. Your phone receiving texts from her begging to be left alone. Keep those bullshit lies to yourself."
"You–" The handcuffs rattle as Seonghwa angrily jerks his grip on the bars. "Are you stupid? It wasn't me. I couldn't have–"
The door to the room of holding cells creeps open with a squeak. Amit instantly straightens and nods a greeting to the guest. He clears his throat. "Ah, captain. Good morning."
Captain Briaar ignores Amit, approaching the bars with firm steps. His broad, bulky figure blocks out the sunlight filtering into the cell. The captain stares down at Seonghwa as the officer looks up, not flinching even as Seonghwa fixes him with a glare.
Seonghwa shakes his head. "It's not m–"
"I know." The captain looks over his shoulder at a gawking Amit. "Officer Kanti, give us a minute please."
Amit stiffens, blinks a few times as if he must have misheard the order. Eventually he nods, releasing a low sigh. He stares at Seonghwa and the captain on his way out of the room, eyes narrowed. As soon as the door clicks shut, the captain adjusts his tie before squatting to meet Seonghwa eye-to-eye.
"What do you mean you know?" Seonghwa asks, the hostility seeming to run out of him all at once, replaced by confusion.
"June third, the day of the first murder. You weren't even here yet. Don't even have a motive," he explains plainly.
