Kim Hyeok drove fast, Sung Dongil at his side. Hugging their tail was a second sedan carrying Bae Jisung and Ko Hongfa. Four black-and-whites loaded with eight patrol cops took up the rear.
The trip would be short; Jaen Songok's address was less than half a mile from the station.
"Right in our backyard' Kim Hyeok muttered as he steered the car heading west. "Right under our damn noses."
Sung Dongil glanced at him. "You say something, Kim Hyeok?"
"Never mind. Look, when we get there, I want you to cover the rear exit, if there is one. I'm going in through the front door with Bae Jisung and Ko Hongfa."
"Right."
"Warrantless entry should be no problem, given the exigent circumstances. I thought about securing a warrant anyway—it would have taken ten minutes—but that's ten minutes more than I care to waste."
"Believe me, Kim Hyeok, we're not going to have to kick this guy loose. You got him. You fucking nailed him."
