"Inspector Lee, did you see that bastard's eyes?"

"Whose?"

"Whose do you think! Kim Cheolsu's!"

"Ah……."

Vroooooom. Inside the car going back to Seoul.

Lee Sangmin went to answer Park Jeongho's question and shut his mouth with a start.

He had seen them too! He had seen them far too clearly.

Eyes with not one scrap of feeling left in them.

They were not the eyes of a man looking at a person. They were the eyes of a man working out where and how to put it in so you die fastest.

The moment came back to him, and a cold chill went down Lee Sangmin's spine again.

How are those a man's eyes? Ugh…….

The thought alone brought the gooseflesh up all over him, and even at the wheel Lee Sangmin rubbed his forearm several times for no reason.

"They were a little odd, I'll give you that."

"A little?"

Park Jeongho snorted.

"Hey, that's a long way past a little odd."

"Was there something that caught for you, sir?"

Park Jeongho didn't answer straight off; he took a breath.

Kim Cheolsu!

The feeling had been bad from the first moment they met. He had seen no end of men who strike a pose to frighten people.

Organized crime does it, and so do the ones who claim they've used a knife; they put the force into the eyes first. But Kim Cheolsu felt different from the first.

They were not eyes with force put into them, holding a pose. They were eyes with no need of any of that.

Put it bluntly, he looked like a man for whom killing somebody is nothing special.

Park Jeongho knew what eyes like that were.

That bastard has killed more people than you could count!

Once or twice was not the point. What was certain was the smell of him — the one that comes off men who think a life is as easy as wringing a chicken's neck.

But something else was bothering Park Jeongho more than that.

Park Jeongho kept his eyes out of the window, watching the…