Caught Redhanded pt.2

Taehyun's pov

"Tell me who you work for?" The oldest officer demanded at the girl sitting in front of me. Her gag has been released to let her speak but the blindfold remains intact.

For the nth time tonight he's been asking the same question in different forms and sometimes along with indirect violence such as slamming the steel table with her bare hands, unfortunately, the girl only keep ignoring our presence by keeping silent.

It's insane because she is still holding up even after an hour being tied in a rusty iron chair with lack of food and drink, not to mention the heat inside the farmhouse's basement we are in where only a single lamp was illuminating the narrow space.

The higher ups advised us to interrogate the suspect on location and recommended torture since there's a possibility that she's tied with countless of unsolved crimes.

The frustration and desperation is showing and it's pissing me off. Ironically, morals are left in the station and I could do nothing but watch her suffer.

And worse, if the girl refuses to cooperate before the sun rises tomorrow, I may have lost the chance to keep her alive.

"Did you know that we can detain you for the rest of your life if you won't cooperate with us?" I resorted to lying but her thick eyebrows only frowned at me. Beads of sweat has been all over her face and neck yet she doesn't seem to care.

"Alright," I sighed in defeat. "If you tell us who ordered you to kill the victim at the highway, we will make sure that your sentence will be dropped into serving rather than straight up death penalty."

"I don't even know what you're talking about." She simply said. It's the first time she responded and just like that we're back at square one once again.

"Don't act innocent." I said as I gestured the other guy to cool it off upstairs before he ends up beating her to death. "There are evidences you were at the scene of the crime."

"Doesn't mean I killed someone there, was it?"

"Then tell me exactly what happened."

"I just rescued my brother who's being held hostage in that car and left." She spoke so clear it's kind of hard to doubt the legitimacy of her words.

"Then explain about the injury of your so called "brother"?"

"Obviously somebody shot him when he covered my back as soon as we tried to escape." She continued to explain too smoothly I'm starting to think this is what she's been thinking along all this time in attempt to trick us.

"I assume you have an idea why your "brother" has been held captive?" I frowned seeing her pause in the middle of our conversation as if her throat was about to spit something but she swallowed it back instead.

"What you don't know can't hurt you."

"I'm a cop. I'm supposed to know."

"You must be a boot. You're asking for either to die or lose your job. And trust me, you'd regret it either way. Many fake righteous bastards have given up since a long time ago." She sighed and licked her drying lower lip. I don't understand why I found that hot considering I don't get attracted to anyone easily. Probably 'cause I find her attitude amusing.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Obviously." She came hard with the sarcasm but I refuse to back down.

"What're you gonna do when I'll personally guard you until your death day? You have no idea how many charges can be linked to you and death penalty is just waiting next door. Especially when I saw you at the apartment of missing person."

"Wait, so have you found him?" She quickly and enthusiastically asked and confused me even more.

"N-not yet."

"Damn." She sighed again and leaned her back against the chair. "Might as well kill me now."