Chapter 14 · free to read
Sunday. Twenty-three hundred. Level nine, open to the sky, one ramp in and one ramp out.
Four vehicles. No markings. They came up the only ramp at exactly the same speed.
They took Han Ji-woo out of the building in the back of an unmarked van at 23:20, and there was no record of it anywhere the next morning.
One transfer authority. One signature. And an address at the foot of the page that had never appeared in a single file she had ever been shown.
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