As dawn broke, so did Liwu's peace.
A reporter had taken a photograph of her and her husband having dinner. She was smiling, holding her glass high, toasting to her husband who was also smiling. The headline was merciless: The Bad Luck Detective Dines While Nine Teens Lie Dead.
It was like a storm. Liwu's phone buzzed endlessly: mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, great grandpa, Chief, colleagues. People flooded the weibo page of the Bureau in One city, demanding answers. Accusations were flung and insults were hurled at the detective that could laugh while tragedy hung over the city. Details of the investigation were leaked, but not what Liwu's team had discovered, just what the ordinary police had.
"I will handle this." Weijun said, getting out of bed with his phone in hand. From the look on his face, he was off to fight a media war.
