“Ji-Woo.”
“Lee Chung-Hee has Noeul hyung’s spare keys,” he said immediately.
Jun nodded. “Duri told me.”
Ji-Woo’s hands clenched. “My parents trusted him. They thought he could help my brother.”
Duri stepped out from behind the bar.
Ji-Woo looked between the two men. “I never did.”
“Ji-Woo,” Duri said carefully, “we still don’t know what happened.”
“I know.” His jaw tightened. “But I know my brother.” He looked at Jun. “He wouldn’t disappear.”
Jun nodded once. “No. I don’t think he would.”
Ji-Woo drew in a slow breath. “Then we stop guessing.”
The two men looked at him.
“We find him.”
Jun set his untouched whiskey down. For the first time that night, his uncertainty disappeared. “All right. Then let’s start with what we know.” He looked at Ji-Woo. “Do you have a spare key to your brother’s apartment?”
Ji-Woo’s displeasure was immediate. “Only Lee Chung-Hee has one.”
Jun’s expression darkened.
Duri folded his arms. “Then we need to go to his penthouse.”
Jun hesitated. “He lives in a highly secured building. There’s a concierge downstairs, and visitors have to be announced before they’re given access to the elevator.”
“So call him,” Ji-Woo said.
Jun looked at him.
“Tell him you’re coming.”
“If he knows we’re looking for Noeul, he may not let me up.”
“Then don’t tell him.”
Jun considered that.
Duri glanced between them. “Can you get inside if he thinks you’re there for work?”
“Probably.”
“And once you’re inside?”
“The elevator opens directly into the penthouse. There’s no hallway, nowhere to wait without being seen.”
Ji-Woo’s jaw tightened. “So you go in first.”
Jun looked at him again. “And what exactly are you two planning to do?”
Duri hesitated. He had an idea.