The address, once Jihan finally managed to trace it, belonged to a property registered under a shell company three layers removed from Kang Holdings' name—the kind of deliberate obscurity that only made sense if someone had gone out of their way to make sure it could never be traced back easily.
He called the detective the moment he had it, voice tight and urgent, relaying everything they'd found—the file, the letters, the hidden marking on the map—as fast as he could get the words out.
"We'll dispatch a unit immediately," the detective said, something sharp entering her own voice once she understood the shape of what she was hearing. "Given your father's current charges, I don't want either of you approaching alone. Let us secure the location first."
"I need to go," Jihan said. "She's my mother."
"I understand. You can follow behind our unit, but you will wait outside until we confirm it's safe. I mean that, Director Kang. This isn't a negotiation."
