Rihan sat in his workroom, staring at the photos of the two bodies spread across his detective board, trying to cross out what didn't belong, what didn't make sense.
He hated feeling stuck. Hated that there were no witnesses, no solid evidence, no clean paperwork to even point him in a direction. It clawed at him, relentless and irritating.
The only conclusion he and Minjae could reach was organ trafficking, but even that didn't sit right. In this case, it wasn't organs. It was scent glands.
And that made no sense at all.
He stepped back to his desk, lifted his coffee, relieved to find it still hot.
It had been a week since they returned from Sangwon's mansion. A week of Rihan burying himself in this case while Taeryn had been going to work more frequently too.
His phone pinged.
A message.
It was a photo of Taeryn smiling adorably into the camera, except for the small splatter of blood on his collar...
Rihan scoffed, his lips curling as he typed.
