His ambitiousness had served his career well. He'd risen swiftly, making detective at twenty-six, then spending two years in Narcotics and four years in Robbery before his transfer to Homicide. At thirty-four he'd earned the rank of Detective 2; if he solved this case he might well become a D3, one of the youngest ever made in the SMPA.
But the price he'd paid had been high, too high, and the worst of it had been losing Seo Ahro. She had offered her love to him, and what had he done with that precious gift? Crumbled it up and tossed it away—because he could not escape his work.
Now he had been handed the most important assignment of his career, the toughest challenge, the case that would make him or break him—and he was failing. Failing.
And another woman was dead.
