Detectives?

Ji-Tae adjusted the collar of his polo shirt before knocking on his late driver's door. He didn't have to wait for long before the door swung open.

His driver's widow, who had been expecting to see the detectives fell apart when she saw Ji-Tae. "They killed him. They took my husband from me," She cried bitterly as Ji-Te reached out to give her a comforting hug.

They both walked into the house, and he shut the door behind them. "Where are the kids?" Ji-Tae asked, looking around. He knew his driver had three kids, and he had never failed to send them Christmas presents in the past.

"My sister took them over to her place. For the time being, I am a mess," She said, wiping her eyes as more tears dropped.

She quickly took out a clean cloth and laid it on the ground for him to sit by the table since there was no chair in the house.