*Yoongi pov
We clear customs and head straight for the arrivals gate and our car.
Whilst we are settling into the plush comfort of our car our driver introduces himself.
"Good morning gentlemen. I am your driver Trevor. I am at your disposal. Where may I drive you today?"
I give him the address and he begins to enter the details into his navigation system. He gets a few letters into the entry and his screen lights up with 'Kenzies full address.
"That's cool" Namjoon is whistles, impressed. "It can tell where you want to go with so little detail" he says in awe.
"Oh no sir, the computer only remembers addresses I have visited before" TREVOR smiles
Namjoon and I look at one another, both realising immediately that there is a good chance this is the driver who took 'Kenzie home! We both speak at the same time.....
"When did you...."
"Was your passenger......"
Namjoon nods at me indicating I speak.
"Please? Does your navi-gation, is that right? Does this computer tell you when you went there before?" I point at the screen.
"It does sir. It is a very sophisticated system, it can tell me how many miles it is from my current location, how much fuel it requires to get there, the dates I have visited and the number of visits I have made in the last 12 month period. Amazing technology" he sighs
"Great! Can you tell us how often have you visited here and when?"
"Yes sir, I can" He begins pressing keys on the touchscreen as I turn to Namjoon and smile hopefully. "I last drove a passenger to this address 5 days ago, booked in the name Min Yoongi. Oh, I remember, pretty young lady! She was excited to see her children"
'KENZIE!!
I gulp at the mention of her being in this very car just 5 days ago. I sit back and run my hands over all the surfaces she may have touched in an attempt to feel close her.
"I also drove here 2 days before that, erm.... oh, booked in the name Jeon Jay" Trevor informs us.
"Trevor, what can you remember about Mr Jeon?" Namjoon asks. "Any distinguishing features, habits? Rough age of this man? Please, anything could be helpful to us. I know you shouldn't give out personal information about clients and I wouldn't ask you to, but we think the young lady you brought here last may be in danger" he pleads
"Oh good gracious, how awful! Poor girl. Well, erm, let me think.... he was definitely not English, but spoke it well. I'd expect he was in his late fifties, maybe early sixties. Dark hair.... oh! wearing A NICE suit! I asked if he was visiting England for business or pleasure, like you do, and his answer did intrigue me I must say" he reports
We wait, Trevor grins to himself and shakes his head. "Some people say the strangest things don't they." he says
"WHAT STR....." I begin to yell, I want to shake this man by the neck until his head falls off but Namjoon put his hand heavily on my shoulder digging his fingertips into flesh. I immediately quieten.
"What did he say Trevor?" Namjoons voice is smooth like silk, his enquiring smile friendly and sincere.
"Oh right, sorry! He said 'I am here to settle some business, but it will give me great pleasure' Now that struck me as a man who loves his job. I giggled to myself about that actually, imagined he was some kind of assassin, like a character from James Bond. He looked the part and it certainly was ambiguous enough to have been something a Bond villain would say!"
"Trevor, please head towards the address but take us to the closest police station en route.... as quickly as you can" Namjoon instructs
"Of course sir, right away"
We finally leave the airport car park, I am beside myself. This is as much proof as I need that my Father is here with malicious intent! I tear up again, but the unqualified bitterness of these tears burns my eyes. I could not be angrier or more terrified. There is no word to adequately describe my feelings right now. I know however, in this moment, that there is nothing I wouldn't do to keep 'Kenzie and the kids safe. NOTHING!!
I cannot believe how long everything takes!! We have been at the closest police station to Mackenzies home for what feels like hours now! Namjoon and I have been separated. I tell them as best I can what i believe is the issue. My father is about to kill the mother of his children. The police seem less interested in this than in who my father is, discussing between themselves whether it is appropriate to open an investigation into a foreign politician.
"I don't want investigation! I need help. He will kill her, do you understand!?" I scream
"Mr Min, I will not be spoken to in this manner. We are attempting to help you but we need proof a crime is being perpetrated AND we need permission from a court to arrest a foreign governmental minister" the Detective says
"Sorry.... sorry!" I placate, my hands up infront of me. "Please call or contact this police officer in Daegu, Korea. My home town. She can help you. Mrs Santana was attacked by her abusive husband while a guest in my home. He was killed. She was horribly injured. There was a kidnapping before. My Father and her husband planned it all. She is in danger. She has children in the home too!" I spit out
"Mr Min. Whilst I do not doubt your good intentions and true belief that there is a crime in progress, you must admit, it does all sound a little far fetched and unlikely doesn't it?! Two ex loves buddying up to bump off the woman they blame for ruining their lives? Come on? Really?!" he says dismissively. "Our resources are so finely stretched as it is, we cannot just send armed police to a home address without some evidence of a genuine threat to life, I'm sorry. Please remain calm and patient, someone will be in to speak to you some more shortly. I am going to make some calls and will be back soon" he inclines his head and turns to leave.
I fall onto the chair and lean forward onto the desk, burying my face in my arms. I can feel my fear, my anger and my inability to resolve this situation eating me alive. Tears steadily stream from my eyes, but I cannot allow them to overwhelm me. I must harness my fury and rage, focus it and use it. I jump up and flip the desk. I let out a violent and raw scream and pick up the chair and launch it at the wall, continuing to scream.
Unbeknownst to me this is all a ploy to keep me occupied whilst Namjoon has been furnishing the police with all the details and information they require to begin pursuing this enquiry, to draft in officers for a raid, and to start securing warrants. He is my polar opposite in many respects. His ability to remain calm, clear minded, reasonable and objective under pressure is when he excels, which is why he is our elected leader. I am blinded by my rage, my mind wasting it's energy planning the revenge I will visit upon anyone who crosses me, or hurts those I love. I have never loved like this before. There is no limit to the horrors I am imagining myself comitting against anyone who hurts 'Kenzie or the kids, or whose inactivity causes them to come to harm.
A few minutes later Namjoon enters the room.
"Come on, plan is all finalised. Let's go and sort this situation"
I am already out the door.