Page 33 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
“They should go to the police.”
“This individual has reason to believe the ranking members of the police have a vested interest in the individual’s silence.”
“Oh, that’s…okay.” Bryce heaved a sigh. “What’s your angle?”
“Officially? Business investment that’s being blocked.”
“Unofficially?”
“This individual is my significant other.”
“Oh. Fuck.”
“Yes.”
“Okay… Technically, if this individual is planning to travel to the US, I could come up with a legitimate reason to ask to see his passport. If you’re a lawyer representing them in any way and you give us a heads-up, I could have a request sent. They don’t have to answer, but they might. And then…if the passport comes here, we, of course, always return documentation to the owners.” Bryce paused.
“I could have the proper owner pick up the documentation,” Damian agreed.
“I’m not going to be a fall guy for this, Sathers. We do this, I will check all my boxes.”
“Understood.”
“Good. I’ll start the ball rolling first thing in the morning. I need a name.”
“Gang Junseo. River character Gang. Personal…”
“Wait. Wait just a sec, we’re talking about the K-pop idol Junseo. 5N?”
“Yes.”
“Good grief. My wife is crazy about him. You don’t have to tell me the rest. I’m pretty sure she has a plushie of him on the back of our couch right now. Makes sense why he can’t go to the police. His manager is really chummy with the chief.”
“Can you still help?”
“My wife would stab me in the face if I didn’t help her precious JunJun. But I’m still not tanking my career. My help starts and ends with examining the passport and electronic travel permissions to the US for tampering and then returning the passport to the owner of the passport.”
“Understood. I’m assuming that allowances can be made for a high-profile individual who wouldn’t want to bring chaos to the office?”
“We would, of course, handle everything with propriety. We can always return someone’s paperwork to a legal representative if, say, they didn’t have the proper paperwork to enter the consulate.”
“Understood. Thank you.”
“I’ll call you later. Need to sleep before the kids decide it’s time to start jumping on the bed.” Bryce hung up.
Damian lowered his phone, thinking over what else he could do. He shot off messages to a couple of local lawyers in Seoul.
The app he talked to Jun on pinged. It was a photo of Jun, sitting on the floor, hunched over a hot bowl of noodles and giving a thumbs-up. A woman was with him, crouching down on the floor with him and sticking the tip of her tongue out sideways.
He texted back.
Jun started to type, stopped, then started again. Another photo, this time of an ID card, came through.
Damian chuckled. He most certainly was.
Jun sent back a thumbs-up, and Damian sank back against this seat, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Where are Jun’s parents?” Richard asked from the other seat in the SUV.
