World of the Dead (26)

Junwan was irritated. It was one of those days during which nothing was going right for him. Firstly, he was forced to close Park Seungjo's case since all the accused were either in prison for other crimes or paralyzed. One kid even slipped into a come.

Secondly, he was going to be transferred uptown as the new Chief of the Homicide department. Even though it was a promotion, the transfer was going to be hellish for him because he would have to travel two hours but bus from his home in order to get there.

But the third and the worst reason was sitting in front of him, wearing a long jacket and turtleneck sweater beneath it, looking like a male supermodel than a power hungry money machine.

"Minho, I told you! Already!" Junwan gritted. "We're trying to find him."

"You've been telling me this for eighteen years," Minho remarked. "Where's the progress, Junwan?"

"Kid, I'm older than you!" Junwan snapped. "Call me either Detective or uncle!"