Rihan pulled the cigarette from his lips as he stared down at the body, a wild glint of curiosity burning in his eyes.
The head had been blown clean off, like it had been hit by a missile. It's brain matter and fragments splattered across the wall.
This office belonged to a prominent figure. Who would be stupid enough to shoot here?
He moved toward the shattered window, the point of entry where the bullet had crashed through. Across from it stood another towering skyscraper. The shooter's perch.
Minjae was already there, checking the area.
The whole incident was probably all over the news by now, and Rihan found it… exhilarating. He wanted this case. The guy's head had been blown clean off—from that far away.
"Detective Seo Rihan." An unfamiliar voice came from behind him.
Rihan turned to see a man approaching.
