— Why don't you two just pretend you're dead? — Lee Minna asked, as calmly as if she were suggesting afternoon tea.
Salin nearly choked on his water.
— What?!
— I'm serious — she continued, serving rice like she hadn't just proposed the symbolic death of her son and son-in-law. — If you're really living that kind of life... full of enemies, bullets and secrets... it's better if everyone thinks you're dead. Plenty of criminals live well that way. Hidden. Alive, but dead. I'd sleep better. The media could be a real problem for you.
Jun-ho, unlike Salin, didn't look the least bit shocked.
— It's not a bad idea. — He brought a hand to his chin, thoughtful. — But it'd be more convincing if we took advantage of a real assassination attempt on one of us.
Salin looked at the two of them, completely torn between horror and absurdity.
— Are you both insane?
