When You're Not Around

Slimy Bottom Feeder

Yeonjun's POV

It was someone on the force who attacked my Binnie! I fumed ,gripping the steering wheel of my red Dodge Viper. I was headed to the Burmuda Club to meet someone. As I pulled into the parking lot, I could hear the loud music from my car.

I walked quickly inside, blinking several times against the bright lights.  People were everywhere: dancing, drinking and flirting. I kept my head down, ignoring the scantily clad dancers moving through the crowd. I climbed a flight of stairs leading up to a balcony overhanging the main floor, and walked to a cluster of plush couches.

Sitting on the nearest one was the short, tan, black-haired young man who owned the club. He was dressed in a black suit. Straddling his lap was an even smaller, brown-haired adolescent. They both ignored everyone else, completely absorbed with making out.

I cleared my throat, blushing in embarrassment at the shameless PDA. "Ji-ho hyung, I need you to get me something." I announced firmly. The older boy groaned and  looked up. "Ya, How many times do I have to tell you, baegchi, it's Zico!" He emphasized as the small boy in his lap whined softly. He paused, sighed, and asked, "Well, what is it you need?"

"I need a good, strong poison." I replied. "Liquid or solid?" He questioned. "Solid would be best." "Alright, but just because you're my best friend's brother doesn't mean it's free." "Yeah, yeah, I know." I said, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it to him. "Consider it done. It'll be ready tomorrow evening. Now get lost." He said, putting the money in his suit pocket and turning back to Jimin.

Seonghwa's POV

I decided to drive around a bit to think things over. Hongjoong can't be the killer! He just can't... After a while, I got hungry. I was craving a hashbrown, so I turned the car around and drove through the dark streets to McDonald's, even though it was 12:13 am.

When I pulled around the drive through, the lights were were on, but the back door was wide open, which seemed unusual. I parked the car, grabbing the government issued pistol from the console.

I walked to the door, both hands on the gun. "Hello?" I called, standing in the doorway. I looked around the back kitchen for signs of movement. I spotted someone through the maze of machines.

"Hello? Bunam-ri Police Department! Show yourself!" I demanded, walking towards the person. As I got closer, I was overcome with a sense of dread.

The corpse of a man was hanging by a rope from a drying rack attached to the ceiling. The skin on his fingers was sliced open and peeled back like a glove, leaving dangling, slimy bones.

His shirt was cut down the middle, revealing the bloody cavity where his insides used to be. His broken ribs were set out on the counter in a puddle of blood, spelling out the words "slimy bottom feeder."

The dead man's swollen tongue was pulled through a slit in the neck. Columbian Necktie. This is serious. I grabbed my phone and dialed for backup. The phone to my ear, I noted that the eyes were still intacted. So it wasn't the Raven.