Not finding him, I returned to my car and followed the police car to the station. He was the main witness in this cri, so he was sure to show himself at the police station.
Thoughts swirled in my mind as I trailed behind them, pondering the peculiar turn of events. The city's usual hustle and bustle had given way to a somber atmosphere, with pedestrians gazing curiously at the commotion as they walked by.
RING RING RING
"Hello," I answered my phone when I saw that Ayumi was calling .
"Yeah, I'm sorry, sothing ca up. I promised to call you after I'm done. You can go ho now," I explained before ending the call.
With Ayumi inford and my mind sowhat at ease, I turned my full attention back to driving.
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The police station was a sturdy, imposing building, with a facade made of grayish-blue bricks that gave it a sowhat stern appearance.
The parking lot was located just outside the station, separated by a low iron fence. I had parked my car making sure to leave enough space for other vehicles and adhering to the marked lines.
As I exited the vehicle and walked toward the entrance, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I an, I'd committed so many cris that I practically had an automatic response to law enforcent. Seeing a police officer made break into a cold sweat and contemplate my life choices.
'Oh man, how low did I beco?' I had to force chuckle at the absurdity of it all.
Stepping inside, I imdiately feel a sense of discomfort. This was a place I had never wished to be, and it was ironic that my first ti here was as a visitor rather than a suspect/criminal. The thought crossed my mind that, given my previous actions, I could have easily been on the other side of the law.
Just the amount of cris I committed will surely sent to Death Penalty.
The atmosphere inside was filled with a sense of urgency . Officers and civilians moved busily, so worried and others frustrated, waited for their turn to be heard. As I made my way through the lobby, I approached the front desk, where an officer was busy handling inquiries..
"Excuse , I'm looking for soone who was brought in earlier. Her na is Miss Yong," I said, trying to maintain a calm deanor.
The male officer glanced at his computer and then back at . "Are you family or a friend?"
"Friend," I replied.
"Wait a mont ," he said and picked up the phone to make a call. After a brief conversation, he directed to a waiting area and told soone would assist shortly.
I took a seat, my mind racing with thoughts about the situation. It seed like trouble had a way of finding , whether I sought it or not.
"Are you from Goyang HS?" A female officer's voice jolted from my thoughts. I raised my head, and for a mont, I thought I was seeing things.
"Ayumi?" I blurted out subconsciously. The woman in front of bore a striking resemblance to her, except for the fact that she was taller. However, certain physical attributes seed oddly similar like their lons.
"You know my sister?" She asked, clearly surprised by my reaction.
'Sister? So she's Ayumi's big sister,' I thought to myself. I hadn't seen her face before because I was enjoying my cozy life inside the cabinet before. However, upon closer examination of her features, I could tell that good genes ran in Ayumi's family.
I would be lying if I said that I was not attracted to her. Seeing a more mature version of your own girlfriend will surely elicit so kind of reaction.
Now I beca curious about what her mom looks like. I an, Asians tend to age slower, so if she's in her 40s, then that would only be 30 in Korean ages.
"Yeah, I'm her teacher," I replied with a friendly smile. I need to act friendly with my future sister-in-law.
"Just her teacher?" She raised her eyebrows and gave a skeptical look. "A young, handso teacher that calls my sister intimately by her first na?" She asked, clearly not buying my explanation.
"I call all my students by their first na. It's my way of making them feel more comfortable," I made up so nonsense off the top of my head.
"Oh, what a sweet teacher," she smirked as if trying to get to make a blunder. Unfortunately for her, I'm too good to fall for that trick.
I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Why are you looking at like I'm so kind of criminal?" I quipped.
"Well, you could be if you had t her a year ago," she replied playfully.
"She's really sothing," I sighed to myself, realizing that she was the total opposite of Ayumi.
Now I understood why Ayumi was so afraid of her. She was incredibly observant and knew how to navigate people at her own pace. I had to be careful around this type of woman.
"So you're here for Ms. Yong?" she asked a different question.
"That's right. She's my colleague, and I just wanted to check on her," I laughed awkwardly. It was a relief that she changed the topic herself; otherwise, I might have been forced to use my skills to divert the conversation.
"So, how's Ms. Yong doing? Is she alright?" I quickly asked. This was the perfect opportunity for to escape from the awkward situation.
"She's shaken up, but she's okay now. It was a really unfortunate accident."
"How about her fiance? Is he here now?" I inquired, eager to expedite the mission by speaking with him directly.
"I can't really answer that. We are not allowed to disclosed that information," she shook her head .
"Can I talk to her at least?"
"She's being interrogated now, so you can't do that yet,"
'Damn it ,' I couldn't help but curse inwardly, realizing that I might be spending more ti than necessary on this mission.
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