In all the cases I’ve taken, I’ve never gone back to a client to say their spouse is faithful. One of the constants of being a private investigator is being asked by a husband or wife to prove their spouse is cheating. For all I knew, someone out there knew he’d written everything down, and his sons might be the ones to pay for it, now that we’d cracked open the storage unit like it was the Ark of the Covenant. Dae-Hoon could have ruined the lives of a lot of powerful men. This had gone beyond Scarlet, and I felt like I owed Shin-Cho the truth… or at least some truth about what happened to his father.

“Like that’s going to stop you.” Jae snorted, and I lifted an eyebrow at him. I want to find out if she knew about Dae-Hoon’s extracurricular activities. Those are the people we need to talk to.” “We’ll need to make a list of who donated to Dae-Hoon’s little literary escapade. Chase it down from the bank,” Bobby replied. “When Dae-Hoon disappeared, he had several hundred thousand in the bank. “Pretty dangerous thing to do: take money to keep quiet then spill it all in a book.” I dug through the bank statements until I found the one for November. Maybe he was going to change them later?” It looks like he was writing a book… about being gay in Korea, but he uses names… real names. “What’s in the notebooks? His blackmail notes?” “Gotta give it up to him for having the balls.” Bobby drained his Coke and snagged the last piece of bulgolgi off the plate. How the hell am I supposed to go back to Shin-Cho and tell him that his dad was shaking people down?” The sons could have gotten it after he disappeared.” I huffed and sat back.

I can’t find the November statement, but there was enough money in his account to set him up for a while. “Damn, the little shit was blackmailing people. “That’s a lot of money for an unemployed guy.” “Maybe Seong felt sorry for him.” Bobby peered over my shoulder and whistled at the amounts.

Dirty Secret by Rhys Ford