"Okay." Sitting back down, he supposed he owed lady justice this bit of strength. He looked at his notepad again, his mouth really dry. "They opened the boot of the car and exchanged bags, only briefly checking them. It was suspicious. They often deal outside my house, starting to think it's a hot spot for it."

Namjoon hadn't moved far since he was a kid. He grew up in a dodgy neighbourhood and he was still very much there. And, unlike most the kids who lived there, he hadn't succumbed to drugs or crime. The opposite, in fact. "I got the license plates..."