I stand in the dimly lit parking lot, the cool night air nipping at my skin as I press the phone to my ear, relaying the information from Dr. Park to Inspector Han.
"So, Dr. Park believes the injury was caused by a dynamite explosion?" Han asks, his voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of concern.
"Yes, sir," I confirm, pacing back and forth beside my car. "He has experience with these types of injuries from his time as a military doctor. The pattern of the wound, the tissue damage - it all points to a dynamite blast. Dr. Park seemed quite confident about it, though he did emphasize that the injury wasn't as severe as what he typically saw in military settings."
There's a prolonged pause on the other end of the line, filled only by the sound of Han's steady breathing. I can almost picture him rubbing his forehead, a habit he has when processing complex information.
