by Mi-ae Seo
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Prologue
Part 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Part 2
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Part 3
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Part 4
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
About the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
THERE’S A VERY OLD ROOM, for instance.
The room is full of things I don’t want to remember, and there’s a big lock on the door.
As time passes, I gradually forget that the room is there, and in the end, I don’t remember that it was ever there.
Memory is a strange thing. Something you can’t possibly forget is completely removed from your mind for that very reason. It’s a safety mechanism, they say, to protect you from shock. Your brain automatically eliminates it, knowing it’ll break you if you keep thinking about it. So your mind remembers only what it wants to remember. It keeps only what it can handle.
I wonder from time to time: What’s wrong with my mind?
Yes, I had a room like that once, too.
A room I drove into a corner because it was so terrible, and put dozens of locks on. There was a short period of time when I didn’t even remember that there was a room like that. But it didn’t last long. The locks came loose one day, all at once.
I shouldn’t have gone in, even if the locks were open. But curiosity got the better of me and I went inside. And I realized.
That I had opened the door to hell.
Part 1
1.
IT WAS 3:37 A.M. ON JUNE 17 WHEN A FIRE IN THE EUNGAM-DONG area was reported.
The report was displayed on the status board in the situation room of the fire defense headquarters in Namsan, and, simultaneously, at the West Fire Department and a nearby police station, and the fire investigation team in the forensic science investigation department at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency were informed of the fire.
Yi Sangwuk, a fire inspector at the fire defense headquarters who received the report, was on night duty when the report came in, and asleep in bed in the staff lounge. Sangwuk, who received the call on his cell phone, rose to his feet, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He had gone to sleep after one A.M., having finished a written report, so he had gotten only about two hours of sleep.
His eyelids kept drooping, but when he went outside and got some fresh air, he felt more awake. The cool night air swept away the last traces of sleep.
Before getting into his car in the parking lot, Sangwuk called Sergeant Yu Dongsik, his partner. A voice, still half-asleep, answered.
“I’m awake, I’m awake.”
The Seoul Metropolitan Police must have called him already. Sangwuk could picture him vividly. He must be sitting up in bed, shaking his head to keep himself from slipping back into sleep. He must be trying to drive away sleep, his eyes closed, and listening to the voice on the phone.
Sangwuk stifled a chuckle and said he was on his way to the scene.
“Hurry up and get on your way,” he said.
“Wait,” Sergeant Yu said.
“Huh?”
Sergeant Yu had called out urgently just as Sangwuk was about to hang up. Wondering what was wrong, Sangwuk listened.
“Where did you say it was?”
He must have heard, but he asked Sangwuk again, perhaps still half-asleep, perhaps just to make sure.
“The Eungam area. This time, it’s around the Chungam High School’s five-way crossing, on Baekryeonsa Street.”
Having confirmed the site, Sergeant Yu heaved a sigh. Then he was quiet, probably trying to gather himself. He groaned and muttered something. It sounded like he was swearing, getting to his feet. Sangwuk understood, because he felt the same way.
“Yeah, it’s driving me crazy, too,” he said to the sergeant.
“All right. Let me get ready. I’ll be there.”
Sangwuk hung up and quickly got into the car.
He put the key into the ignition and started the engine, then checked the time. It was already past four.
There wouldn’t be too much traffic since it was early in the morning. If he drove past the Sungnye Gate to Muakjae, it would take no more than twenty minutes. He rushed out of the parking lot, and tried to recall how many fires there had been in the Eungam area recently.
There had already been five cases of these fires, which had started in the spring. Now, Sangwuk felt that he would go into fits if he was told that someone was so much as lighting a match in the Eungam area.
The first case occurred near the construction site of Hills State Apartments in the Eungam Seventh District near Seoul Metropolitan Eunpyeong Hospital.
The area, with large-scale apartments under construction at the foot of Baekryeon Mountain, was cluttered with building materials and trucks that went in and out of the construction site.
Fortunately, the fire, which broke out in an empty lot that stood between Baekryeonsa Street and the construction site, was extinguished without anyone dying. Some plywood and materials for construction were burnt up, but the damage wasn’t great, and the fire was put out quickly thanks to a worker who was guarding the construction site and who detected the fire early on. The fire department found nothing unusual about the fire, so it was categorized as a fire by cigarette, or an accidental fire.
But when a series of fires broke out in and around the Eungam area, the first case, which had been treated as an ordinary fire due to negligence, also became subject to reinvestigation. Because the vicinity of the construction site was closed off at night when no one was around, it was suggested that someone may have deliberately gone into the area and set the fire.
The greatest damage was caused by the third fire.
And that was when Yi Sangwuk, a fire inspector at the fire defense headquarters, and Sergeant Yu Dongsik, a fire investigator in the forensic science investigation department at the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency, became involved with the series of fires.
The fire, which broke out near Eungam-dong Church behind Eungam Elementary School across from Baekryeonsa Street, caused serious damage, spreading to the multiplex housing with the dust from a sandstorm, burning down three homes, and killing three people who had been sleeping.
The case occurred around three in the morning, but there was a witness, since it happened in an alleyway in a residential area.
The witness was a resident in the area, and said he saw someone suspicious around the scene of the fire on his way home after working overtime. He testified that flames shot up in the residential area after the suspect disappeared into the main street, but that he couldn’t tell what the person looked like because it was dark.
Sangwuk, in cooperation with Sergeant Yu, rummaged through the ashes searching for the exact place where the fire started and its cause, only to reach a dead end because the testimony of the witness did not correspond with the scene of the fire. The residents in the area said
that there had been a long-held conflict between them and the construction company regarding reconstruction, and that the conflict must have had something to do with the series of fires.
As Sangwuk climbed over the Muakjae Hill and drove onto Moraenae Street from the Hongje three-way intersection, his phone rang.
“Where are you?” Sergeant Yu asked, his voice flat. “Are you there already?”
“No, I’m on my way.”
“I thought you wanted to talk when we got there. . . .”
“Is this the sixth time already?”
“Yeah, it is.”
There was silence for a while.
“Is there something you want to say?” Sangwuk asked Sergeant Yu, thinking the phone might be disconnected.
“I . . . had a bad dream earlier . . .” was Sergeant Yu’s reply.
“A dream?”
It seemed that he felt uneasy, having received a report of fire, especially after a bad dream. Sangwuk felt disturbed, seeing Sergeant Yu in this sudden moment of weakness. Sangwuk had never seen him that way. He must be stressed out because of the series of fires.
Sangwuk and Sergeant Yu investigated scenes of fires together, but the two had different responsibilities.
What Sangwuk did was investigate the scene of the fire, the remaining traces, and the witnesses’ statements, and find the starting point and the cause of the fire. On the other hand, Sergeant Yu worked with fire inspectors like Sangwuk, and based on the facts discovered through the primary investigation, or if the possibility of arson was detected, began a full-fledged investigation. He then had to find the traces of the criminal at the scene of the fire and solve the case.
Sangwuk, who worked for the fire defense headquarters, would be done with his task at the scene, but for Sergeant Yu, who worked for the Seoul Metropolitan Police, the scene was just the starting point. If there was a crime involved in the fire, Sergeant Yu would not rest until the criminal was found and the case resolved.
The two went around together, exchanging their opinions on the scene of the fire, but it was only natural that Sergeant Yu was under greater stress. On top of that, these fires that had been breaking out in the same area over just a few months must have added to the pressure for him to solve the cases as soon as possible. Normally, they wouldn’t go to a scene of a fire immediately upon its report. But because of the past several cases of arson, Sangwuk and Sergeant Yu were contacted as soon as a fire in the Eungam area was reported.
Sangwuk didn’t know what to say to Sergeant Yu. He just hoped that the culprit would be caught and that this case would put an end to the series of arsons.
“Do you believe in dreams and stuff?” Sergeant Yu asked.
“I do. My mother had an amazing dream before she had me. That’s why I became a fire fighter, you know. Haven’t I told you?”
To make Sergeant Yu feel better, Sangwuk brought up the dream his mother had before having him, being chattier than usual. But Sergeant Yu, who had heard the story dozens of times already, hung up the phone before Sangwuk could go on.
Sangwuk chuckled, put his phone down, and began to speed up.
THE ROAD WAS CONGESTED several meters ahead of the Chungam High School five-way crossing, as if to notify onlookers that there had been a fire. It was early in the morning, but it was difficult to approach the scene because of the people who had come out to see the fire and the cars that were slowing down.
Sangwuk made his way onto the road leading to Baekryeonsa only after honking several times, even with a flashing light on the roof of his car. He parked the car off to the side, away from the onlookers, and noted the busy movements characteristic of a fire scene as he approached.
The road was hectic with fire trucks that had been mobilized to put the fire out, as well as fire fighters, ambulances on call to transfer the injured, and police trying to bring order to the scene. In addition, there were residents from the area who had come running out at the news of the fire, stamping their feet, so there was confusion everywhere.
Out of habit, Sangwuk looked over at the flames shooting up. Fortunately, they were somewhat under control, and the rescue team was getting ready to enter the scene. Sangwuk looked around, boosting the morale of the fire fighters from West Fire Department, with whom he had become familiar through this latest series of fires.
Even among the dozens of people busily moving about, Sergeant Yu could be spotted instantly. His buzz cut, height, and sturdy frame were easily recognizable even from a distance.
Sergeant Yu was shaking his head, suppressing a yawn, as he stood behind a patrol car and watched the fire being put out.
Sangwuk reached him quickly.
“You’re still not awake?” he asked the sergeant.
Sergeant Yu just frowned, watching the jet of water being sprayed by the fire fighters. He hadn’t slept much and must have been exhausted running around because of the series of arsons.
“What’s all this, because of some crazy son of a bitch?” the sergeant said.
“I know.”
Frustrated, Sergeant Yu rubbed his face, looked around, and went up to a uniformed police officer keeping the scene under control.
The police officer gave them information about the witnesses, and what progress had been made. As Sergeant Yu and Sangwuk looked for the person who had made the report, the officer pointed to a nearby convenience store, saying he was there.
People were gathered, bustling, in front of the convenience store. They must have been there for a while as they started to make their way home one by one as the fire began to be extinguished.
Entering the convenience store, they found no one inside. Sergeant Yu went outside and looked for the person who had reported the fire when a young man in a striped T-shirt turned around with a nervous look on his face. The young man, who said he worked part-time at the convenience store, was clucking his tongue and watching the scene with others.
“I made the report,” he said.
“Could you tell me what you saw at first?”
Everyone looked at the young man. He looked at Sergeant Yu for a moment, scratched his head, and then spoke.
“It was around three thirty, I think. There were no customers, and I started dozing off as I was sitting down, so I came out for a moment to get some fresh air. That’s when I saw black smoke rising above the houses in the alleyway. At first I wondered what it was, but then I saw the flames shooting up among the black smoke. I wasn’t sure, but then the flames suddenly grew large. I was startled, and then I called to file a report.”
Looking toward the alleyway where the young man was pointing, Sergeant Yu fell into thought.
“Where does the alleyway lead to?” he asked.
“A dead end, I think.”
“Did you see anyone suspicious when you made the report? Someone popping out from where the smoke was, or a stranger roaming around before the fire broke out?”
“I’m not sure, because I was at the counter.”
Sergeant Yu gave the young man his card, asking him to call if he remembered anything else, and headed toward the alleyway.
From the mouth of the alleyway, the ground was messy because of all the fire hoses and the water dripping from them. As Sergeant Yu made his way through, he saw a rescue worker coming out of the alleyway where black smoke was still rising, carrying in his arms a girl who looked about ten years old.
Sergeant Yu looked over at the girl in the man’s arms. For some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He turned around and followed the rescue worker who was carrying the girl in his arms.
The rescue worker took the girl to an ambulance, and disappeared again into the alleyway.
The paramedic in the ambulance covered the girl with a blanket and asked her if she was hurt, but the girl didn’t say anything and looked over at the alleyway. The girl, clutching a large teddy bear in her arms, looked calm, considering that she had just escaped a fire. Taking a closer look at her face, however, Sergeant Yu saw that she was a
ctually immobilized with shock. Only her large eyes showed fear, glancing here and there from time to time. She didn’t seem injured in any way.
The girl kept staring at the alleyway from which black smoke continued to leak, then came to herself and got out of the ambulance, and looked around. She seemed to be searching for someone to talk to, to ask if she should go back into the alleyway and return home, or wait where she was.
Sergeant Yu felt a pang in his heart.
It was always the victims that brought him the greatest pain at the scene of a fire.
It was a bolt out of the blue. In an instant they lost their homes, and had to send their families away. Most of the victims would shake from anxiety for a while, losing sleep due to the shock. The memory of the fire would haunt their sleep for a long time to come.
Seeing the girl look around for her family among the people, Sergeant Yu felt enraged.
When the girl began to drift away from the ambulance, Sergeant Yu quickly went up to her.
“Where are you going? It’s safer to wait here. And you need to go to the hospital,” he said to the girl.
She looked up at him with large, clear eyes. They were full of anxiety, guarded against strangers. Sergeant Yu wanted to put her fear to rest any way he could.
“Don’t worry. When the fire fighters put the fire out, you can be with your family again,” he reassured her.
At his words, the girl blinked her eyes and mumbled something, as if she finally remembered. At first, she barely moved her lips, mumbling so that he couldn’t hear very well, but then she looked up at him and raised her voice.
“My dad . . .”
“Huh?”
“I want to go to my dad.”
Sergeant Yu looked at the ambulance. The back door was open, but there were no victims inside. If they had been rescued earlier, they could have been transferred to the hospital in another ambulance. But if not, they could be inside a blazing house. He didn’t want to consider that possibility. Sergeant Yu didn’t know what to say, and looked around for someone who would help him.
The girl grasped his arm and shook it, as if to ask for help. He looked down into her eyes, and felt the sharp pain tug at his heart. The girl, growing more aware of what was happening, looked as if she would start crying any minute, her eyes brimming with tears. The longer she stayed apart from her family, the more anxious and frightened she would become.