章 87: Glad (3)

"Still can't figure how she did it. Just an itty-bitty little thing'

"Must be a scrapper, though."

"Damn straight. She stabbed him, she said. Little street fighter. Amazing."

"Hope she got him good."

"Hell, maybe he's dead right now. Maybe he only lived long enough to get out of the building, into some alley, and he croaked there like a damn stray dog."

"You better believe Kim Hyeok checked all the alleys."

"Yeah. Well, maybe he's dead anyway. Dead in his goddamn house. Maybe he of fed his pretty self."

"Hey, man, we can dream."

Jaen Songok smiled. Yes, they could dream. Soon they would dream forevermore.

Officers Mapo and Jowon were so pathetically impressed with Miss Go Ara's survival skills. Mr. Jowon, especially.