Chapter 186
Seoul, Korea
Gwangjin District
Lucien didn’t like this, it felt off.
This was a residential apartment complex and yet he hadn’t seen anyone, which was odd even for a building that was only partially filled in a high demand area.
When the door open, it stole his attention.
“What do you want?” Manager Bak demanded, eying the two she could see.
Evie offered a smile then showed the short woman a badge and identification. “Ma’am, I am with Interpol and I would like to speak with you in private in regards to national security. May we come in?” she asked, speaking in eloquent Korean.
“No,” Manager Bak said in a clipped tone.
Lucien’s head tilted to the side to regard her; that wasn’t normal in the least. From his experience, when someone said “national security” it caused fear or concern, and that quickly turned into wanting to help in any way they can…
Unless they had something to hide.
Evie fought to keep the smile on her face; she hated having to use her words instead of just torturing to get what she wanted from a person. “We have reason to believe there is a person of interest hiding in your building, posing as a tenant,” she explained.
“And?” Manager Bak asked. “This is Seoul, not wherever you came from. Unless you have an official order from the NIS, you aren’t getting whatever it is you came for.”
The woman started to close the door, but Lucien put his foot between it and the jamb to stop it.
“We are trying to be polite and not cause a scene,” Lucien said, holding up a folded document. “May we come in so not to cause any more attention than we are already getting?” he asked politely with a smile.
There was no one lingering or watching them, but it worked when dealing with someone trying to hide something.
Manager Bak snatched the document from him and read it; it looked legitimate. The paper, seal, the wording was official sounding, and the contact information would all check out if she called to confirm.
Lula and Evie rather enjoyed forging documents that could get them locked up in a dark hole somewhere; it was a skillset Lula learned from her mother.
“You both are too white to be anything but immigrants,” she sneered. “Last I heard, the NIS was a Korean security agency.”
Having to deal with racism wasn’t something they were prepared for, and Will should have warned them that Manager Bak had narrow minded views on the world and Korea.
Evie cocked an eyebrow. “And the last the world knew, South Korea was an open and welcoming place regardless of where your blood stems from.”
Manager Bak snorted. “Propaganda from the National Tourism Bureau,” she scathingly said. “Until I check this out, you aren’t welcomed in my building.”
Lucien mumbled under his breath in French and Evie nodded her agreement; a body they could be disposing of, and soon.
Mauri chuckled, his wife never ceased to amuse him with how hostile she was and her lack of patience.
That chuckle stole Manager Bak’s attention and her eyes widened.
“Spoken like a true Korean with national pride in their heart,” he said, resting his hand on his chest over his heart. “I cannot fault you for your suspicions, especially when Interpol is involved. I have to say this particular Agent rubs me the wrong way, too. But, they have a job to do. Can we move this inside and I will be indebted to you?” he said with a smirk.
Manager Bak licked her lips and smoothed her shirt down to make herself look slightly more presentable.
Lucien grabbed his mother’s hand when she went for her gun then shook his head in warning. “Supervise father and I will do recon. Something isn’t right,” he whispered in French.
“Mother, behave,” Lula warned through the ear coms.
“My stories start in ten minutes so they can have nine,” Manager Bak informed them.
Lucien bowed before waving for his mother to head into the apartment. “I have to make a couple of calls to check in with another team in the vicinity. Supervisory Agent will oversee the Interpol Agent,” he said with another bow then headed off.
Manager Bak didn’t regard him in the least; her attention was on Mauri and only Mauri. “I didn’t know a handsome official from the NIS was with them,” she said with a smile and bow. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have been so short and rude.”
Mauri nodded, not entirely sure how to work with this, but he knew if he didn’t do something his wife would put a bullet between the Manager’s eyes.
His wife told him to stand back and look menacing.
But menacing wasn’t Mauri’s style.
“Please, come in,” Manager Bak said, waving him inside.
Mauri smiled with a bow. “Thank you, Manager Bak. I am merely observing a new agent in the field, one you scared off already. If you can find it in your heart to not give Interpol too much of a hard time, it would make my report so much easier,” he said with a lazy smile and wink.
Manager Bak swooned and started fanning herself and closed the door behind them when Mauri headed inside.
Evie wasn’t amused, but she expected no less from her bored husband.
Inside the apartment was slightly cluttered but everything had a place, Evie could tell. The office was off of the kitchen and was a disaster of towering paper, filing cabinets that were overflowing, and a desk that was buried in paperwork.
This would take an entire forensics team to sift through, but Evie was alone since Lucien went to follow up on a gut feeling.
He got that from her.
“What is it you are looking for?” Manager Bak asked. “What do you want from me?”
“The application that was filed with you for the tenant across the hall from unit C4,” Evie said.
Manager Bak chuckled. “It’s all yours. But good luck finding it,” she said, motioning towards her office. “Filing isn’t my strong point, as my husband used to tell me. He was the organized one. I was the one that collected money and didn’t fall for sob stories as to why they couldn’t pay their rent on time.”
Mauri looked around the apartment, his attention on the wall that housed eleven framed photos; each had Manager Bak in them with a man. They were wedding photos, but each was with a different man even though they all looked strikingly similar to each other.
The old woman had a specific taste, and that was short, older, and smiling…
Mauri was her type, even if she didn’t realize he wasn’t Korean and instead was Japanese.
“Manager Bak,” Mauri said, stealing her attention. “Your husband sounded like a very wise man, and I have to say, he was a very lucky man. So much love in each photo,” he said. “Tell me about him while Interpol goes through your files?”
Manager Bak blushed when he rested his hand on her back, guiding her to the lounge so they could sit and talk.
That room would give Evie the most privacy in the office so she could procure multiple documents if needed.
Mauri cocked an eyebrow in warning.
Evie glared at him and clicked the safety off of the sidearm holstered as her hip, causing him to shake his head with a chuckle.
If he wasn’t careful, they would be disposing of a body today…
Manager Bak’s body since Evie was the insanely jealous type.
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