Huh?
A nerve twitched on Jina's head. The guy looked like he was in his mid twenties and yet, he spoke with a snobbish authority. Judging from his accent and polished looks, Jina guessed he had lived abroad and only returned recently.
Hobin studied the woman in front of her. She was a few years older than him but much shorter. Her face was too innocent looking to be a cop and he sensed an air of elegance oozing from her. The silky brown hair and carefully maintained skin along with the neat clothes she wore screamed that she was from a well-to-do if not rich family.
Yet, the woman carried the natural charisma of a leader. If he had met her elsewhere, he would have probably flirted with her.
Too bad, he was not friendly with cops.
"We were stuck in traffic," she said in a cool tone. "But we're here now. Who the hell are you? You're not with the CSI because you're not wearing their uniform."
