You pressed a sequence of numbers with your fingers, internally doubting whether it would be a good idea to call him, especially at that hour. You hear the ring, thinking he probably won't even answer, but the lieutenant eventually does. Only a few seconds pass before he speaks.

"Good evening, detective."

Kim's voice sounded neutral. Although you couldn't see his face, something in you imagined that he was preoccupied, perhaps playing with the telephone cord, winding it around his finger while enjoying a book, before your call interrupted his peace. But deep down, you hoped that he might be able to help you overcome your insomnia.