PROBE

08. The Site Of Crime

Location:
The Meojin Museum
Now an old, country-side warehouse.

★★★

The engine's roar got louder with seconds as the tires screeched at a turn. It was extremely quiet around the Yeolsong-Daeun outskirts near the country-side. Only some of the juveniles representing (political) antisocialism toiled about on the dim streets, the necks of alcohol bottles gripped tightly by their hands.

The streets of Yeolsong-Daeun were a mass of criminals, more than half of whom were now out walking freely over bail. Namjoon sucked in a breath while he leaned on the armrest of the car door, the thin file of the reported case held between his fingers.

Leads: One.

Witnesses: None.

Sources: None.

And yet, here they were at Meojin Museum, hoping they could find some trace that the culprit had left. Just taking Keith's name sent a million shivers down all of their spines. They were well aware that no amount of effort could put Keith behind bars. He'd walk out of the fence with his signature cigarette between his lips, and he'd continue leering at women, snorting drugs and all of his loathsome profligacy.

Namjoon managed to make Jonghwa speak a little on this case. But all that labour went in vain - everything was futile and pointless. All she told them was that the crime was committed at Meojin, and that it had been more than a month since then.

Namjoon's gut told him that she was trying to thwart the investigation. The other six opposed though, saying that Namjoon was just overthinking it all and getting too obsessed with the case.

Still, he felt as if she was hindering him from solving the case. What he hated more, was that her being a woman herself was least bothered about a woman being killed so mercilessly. She was getting on his nerves now, and he was losing his cool.

A hand on Namjoon's shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. Hoseok was glancing at him, gaze switching between the road and him. "Are you okay?" Hoseok's smooth voice hit a spot inside Namjoon, a bit of calmness spreading in him.

"Hmm," Namjoon hummed a 'yes', rubbing his temple as he leaned on the car's window.

"You don't seem okay, Joon," Hoseok highlighted the obvious, eyes switching glances between the road and his pal. "Don't stress yourself so much. We'll get to the root of this."

There was no certainty in Hoseok's words. Namjoon felt that reducing faith disguise itself into sentences of assurance and motivation. Nonetheless, it couldn't go unnoticed how everything around the boys was in absolute doom.

They were perplexed, all seven of them. Nothing turned their way. They were unable to arrange for any possible witness or evidence for this case. Two of them (actually) weren't even invested in this case. However, for the ones that were trying, their efforts were at god's mercy.

The silence was broken by the bluetooth notifying Hoseok of a call he was receiving. He answered, "hello?"

"Hoseok hyung, it's Jungkook." The other said on the line. "We just heard from the district court. There's a session this Saturday. Namjoon's complaint was taken into consideration and Keith has been arrested by the police."