Seungcheol had to catch a taxi over to the Police headquarters and he tried to slip in unnoticed. He hadn’t been back here since he’d been forced into retirement and it made him weak with nostalgia. This place was once a second home to him. He’d always been afraid to return here as a failure, as someone who was a shadow of his former self but now he was filled with a strength and purpose like he used to have. He had to protect Jeonghan.

“Choi Seungcheol for Detective Jeon Wonwoo,” he said as he presented ID at the front desk. “You need to be fingerprinted and iris scanned,” the junior officer working the desk told him. Seungcheol handed over his ID and allowed the officer to scan his eyes and fingerprint him as he entered all the details. “Occupation and purpose of the visit?” the officer asked and Seungcheol wasn’t ashamed to say he was a private bodyguard.

“Hey man,” Wonwoo said as he wandered out of a locked door. “Sorry you had to wait out here,” he said but Seungcheol just shrugged it off. He wasn’t who he used to be. He was no longer a police officer, prodigy detective, valued member of the force. He had a different purpose now and a different path in life and he wasn’t sorry. He especially wasn’t sorry as Wonwoo walked him from the modern and brightly lit foyer and reception area back into the dingy and musty offices they still worked from. “Have a seat,” Wonwoo directed Seungcheol into his office and they both sat down at the desk.

“This used to be my office,” Seungcheol mused and Wonwoo nodded. “You think I would let anyone else take it? It’s the one furtherest from the toilet.” They both laughed as Seungcheol was suddenly flooded with memories of public service life. Now he had expensive coffee and private bathrooms. No more instant coffee and disgusting shared toilets for him. He wasn’t even sure if he missed it. He was getting spoiled.

“How is Jeonghan?” Wonwoo asked and Seungcheol nodded. “He’s good. He’s stronger than I thought he was and he’s handling this quite well.” Wonwoo nodded knowingly and Seungcheol knew what he was thinking. Junhui was the same. He’d never imagined the goofy and cute security guard to be so smart and competent. “Check this out,” Wonwoo smiled as he grabbed his phone and showed Seungcheol Junhui’s selfies he’d sent through that morning with Jeonghan and Seungcheol had to laugh out loud. Jisoo would have a fit if he saw them.

“So,” Wonwoo opened up his computer and waited while the snail paced government internet connected. “I’ve traced the numberplate back to this courier company. I contacted them for information of the delivery and they told me it was made in the name of Mr Boo Seungkwan and paid in cash.” “Okay so we need to go see them and find out if they have security cameras,” Seungcheol said and Wonwoo nodded. He grabbed his badge and gun form the desk drawer and soon they were both on the move.

They arrived at the courier company and walked in to find an unattended reception desk with a computer open. Wonwoo scowled and dinged a little bell on the counter and a balding man walked out with a frazzled look on his face. Wonwoo flashed his badge and the man immediately straightened up his back and attitude. “What can I do for you today?”

“I phoned and spoke to someone this morning about a deliver.” Wonwoo handed over his not