•IN WHICH THEY BLAME• A man wearing such semi formal clothes, a navy blue baseball cap and a sunglasses on. You wouldn't expect him to be a criminal if you judge by the cover. He's too charming and decent but what's deep inside, he's an actual person who would commit any crime. "Fancy public place to meet, what's the bail about?" Detective Won who's forgetting how to change his clothes or take even just a 5 minute shower sat on a chair adjacent to the formal looking man. "We made a deal, detective. Why's your child keep on getting in my way?" He seriously and strictly told Detective Won, crossing his arms tight on his chest. Lips are thinned and eyes are boringly looking at him behind those thick and dark cover on his eyes. "Who?" Detective Won who frowned suddenly got a realization and a suspect of who might it be, he slowly nods his head. "It's Rig, isn't?" "Tell him

•IN WHICH HE LETS HER GO• "Don't you have something fun to do? 'Cause my family does snakes and ladder whenever we have free time with each other." Finley asked her kidnapper kindly while she's lying on the couch like she owns the house, while JB is busy gluing his eyes on the TV which doesn't seem he's paying any attention to it. "None." He answered curtly, not even looking at her. His body is so tensed, his eyes are straight as his posture, his hands are above his thighs and his feet are bare and flat on the carpeted floor. "So you just enjoy yourself being a criminal and you will enjoy yourself as a criminal forever and ever?" She asked him unbelievably and sits up to see him. He's clearly avoiding her, to have any conversation or make their skin brush. "I never said I enjoy it." He monotonously uttered, not moving and muscles but his mouth. "Then why don't you leave

•IN WHICH HE GETS EATEN BY FRUSTRATION • "... it has been an hours since the fire was reported on fire, the authorities have started an investigation about how started this enormous fire, the owner of the said warehouse is still unknown-- "How did it start? Aren't you f*cking watching what the hell is happening in the warehouse? You only have one f*cking job and you f*cking messed it up! There's 12 million pounds in that f*cking warehouse, you airhead! 12 f*cking million pounds! It's from the f*cking UK investment you idiot!" His veins on his forehead and neck are showing up, his stress and annoyance knowing the news from one of his designated man. "Sorry, boss. We were just playing cards inside and then the smoke came in and then the fire came, we tried putting it off but we failed it was everywhere. It's like--" "Don't explain, let the authorities build questions and let's just wait for t

•IN WHICH HE GOT NO MORE TO LIE ABOUT• "What's with the drill, Detective?" Walker's sitting where a criminal must be, his hands are cuffed, linked to the table. "I don't understand why a-- what am I doing here anyway? What's happening?" His usual frisky attitude is totally gone and being too cranky about what's the reason why he's being stuck in there and being pulled out from his work. Detective Won silently sat on a chair, looking disappointed and upset about the situation. "I'll be straightforward to you, Walker. We've been working for a very long years and I trusted you for so many cases..." He licked his lower lip and sighed. "But why did you take money from a criminal we're working on his case? Are you helping him to escape now? Send him files or give him information about the run of the case? How long have you been connected with Klyde McMarrow?" He slowly and enunciating every words he spoke while staring straight at the ma

•IN WHICH HE GOT JEALOUS• Knocking on the Hamilton's door, can't wait for anyone to open the door, he's been knocking for almost a minute now. "Yo, Rig, is there an emergency?" An officer who's one of the tasked authorities to watch over the house. "No, just paying a visit, nothing serious." He replied and sent the officer back to his position, reminding him to keep his eyes open and not let anyone or anything, even a smidge of dust get inside of the house. The door finally flew open, Carl's is the one to welcome him. "Rig, good afternoon, what brought you here?" He asks and opens the door wide for him to enter. "Please come in." He's confident letting him in, Carl is known to Rig for years now and he knows how Rig takes care of his family. "Thank you, I'll be straightforward. I have to have a word with Ms. Finley, sir." He politely told Carl with honor and respect. He