"Yura is missing. Someone has her or knows where she is. Jiwon is connected somehow. And tomorrow, one of the accusers is breaking her silence."
"That's not much."
"It's what we have."
His phone buzzed.
He answered.
"Yes? When? Are you sure?"
He hung up.
Looked at Soorin.
"The police just called. They traced Yura's last known location."
"Where?"
"A café in Cheongdam-dong. Three nights ago. Around midnight."
"The same night Jiwon's car was in that area."
"Exactly."
"Did they get security footage?"
"They're pulling it now."
Soorin stood.
"We need to see that footage."
"I know. But we have to be careful. If we push too hard, whoever has Yura might—"
Another text came through.
To both their phones this time.
[I'm watching. Always watching. One wrong move and Yura pays the price. Back off. Last warning. - S]
Manager Park threw his phone on the desk.
"I'm so fucking sick of these cryptic threats from people hiding behind letters!"
Soorin didn't blame him.
