Different One
Eps. 39 Nail Art Design

Mr. Thomas looked back. His girlfriend was there, not home. The woman wants to spend the night at her home today.

“I don't know if he wants to meet you guys,” replied Mr. Thomas.

“I want to talk to him for a minute, Mr. Thomas. Miss Fiona was seen visiting Miss Gaby's house the day before the woman's death.” This time it was Jorell himself who said so. There was no way he would constantly rely on his friend.

Mr. Thomas looked at the two children in front of him in turn. He had no thoughts and did not know that the intention of the two children's arrival at his home was to uncover the perpetrators of the murder. He's you who's never been both as an ordinary little boy.

“Alright, wait here. I'll talk to him hopefully he'll come out.

Unsuspecting, the man went back into the house. I don't know what she said five minutes later she came out with Miss Fiona.

“You two why are looking for me? I don't know you guys, I don't have any business with either of you,” Fiona said.

Jorell had expected that would be the answer he got. But, that woman just going out to see him was more than enough for him. It was only how he processed words to dig up information without offending him alone.

“Nona, it's about pemb-” Xavier instantly stopped his speech when Jorell standing next to him stomped his feet hard, though he didn't know why he should stop talking.

Jorell immediately resumed the conversation. “Nona, it's about Miss Gaby. Looks like he left a message for you.” It was all Jorell's work.

Gaby didn't leave any notes or messages for Fiona. It was Jorell's own idea to attract Fiona's attention.

What message did Gaby leave for me?

Jorell manages to make Fiona curious. He opened the fence and let the two children in, even if only on the porch.

“What message did Gaby leave for me?” lontar Miss Fiona.

“She entrusts this.” Jorell handed Miss Fiona an empty diary.

At Mr. Fisher's house, he found an empty diary. Feeling strange about the book, he took it with him. The book looks like an old book with a slightly dull yellow cover. Strangely, there was no writing there.

“What book is this? Why is it empty like this?”

Xavier looked at Jorell. He didn't even know when his friend picked up the diary. Again, what nonsense was said by Jorell, if Miss Gaby send a message to Miss Fiona. But he did not dare to say a single word rather than mispronounce.

“I don't know, Miss,” reply Jorell. “If you may ask, what is your relationship with Miss Gaby, Miss?” Jorell after asking a question upon seeing the woman softened.

“She is a playmate outside, we have the same hobby.”

“Same hobby?”

“Yes, we like nail art. We often meet at nail art outlets near here. From there we know.”

“The design on your nails is unique, Miss Fiona. I love it How can you make a design as beautiful as that?” It was not Jorell who asked, but Xavier.

His pair of eyeballs instantly captured the geometric design on Fiona's fingers striking the eye. Where usually women like feminine motifs such as flowers, stars and play the like.

“I use water marble technique to make it.”

“Then why on one of the fingers of the right hand Miss, the nail was not installed one?” Hazell Jorell's eyes accidentally saw the ring finger on the woman's right hand not using a fake nail.

Miss Fiona instantly closed the finger of her right hand quickly, covering the fake fingernail that had slipped out of place. I don't know what it's like to hide that finger so no one can see it.

“This ... it looks like it came off. I don't know where the nail came off. I've even realized it now.”

Miss Fiona's statement was awkward for Jorell. He was sure that the woman knew her fake nails had come off but why would he say otherwise? Again, on the ring finger there is already a black color of dry glue scars. If the nail had just come off then there would be no such black mark. Usually, the marks appear after two days the nails are released, because the nails have been glued tightly before.

Jorell talked to the woman for almost thirty minutes. He said goodbye even though he had not received a clue.

“I've received this diary book, but I'm giving it back to you. Why would I keep an empty book like this? I have many notebooks for drawing nail designs.”

Miss Fiona handed the book back to Jorell. But suddenly Thomas came from home. The man came out with a tray of two drinks for their guests.

“Gosh! Thomas's! Why aren't you careful?” cry Fiona.

His girlfriend hit him, making the glass he was carrying spilled. Worse the water not only soaked his clothes, but also the notebook that Jorell had just held.

“Sorry, I did it by accident. If you want I'll make you another drink.” Thomas offered among his regrets.

“No. It's okay, Mr. Thomas. We want to go back now.” Afterwards Jorell and Xavier return to Mr. Fisher's house.

***

“What about the wet book? Should it be thrown away?” ceplos Jorell's.

They are currently in Miss Gaby's room. The woman's body is still in the room, not moved. Because waiting for the results of Jorell.

“I don't know. It's possible that the book would be useful if it was dried. Aren't you horrified to throw away a deceased person's belongings?”

“No. The dead can do nothing. You seem to believe in superstitions only.”

Jorell did not respond to Xavier's remarks. He will return things that are not his. He then reopened the wet yellow notebook.

“Gosh! What is this?” peekkik Jorell's.

“What's up?” Xavier immediately seized the book that was in Jorell's hands to see for himself.

Xavier was surprised. In the wet, the writing appears on the book. Full from the beginning page to the end page, like a diary book.

Xavier and Jorell stared at each other for a few seconds. Incidentally because of an accident they get a clue.

“What is this?” Xavier felt something stuck under his shoes. He lifted his shoes.

It was shocking, on the floor he had just stepped on there was a fake nail. Even more surprisingly, the nail motif is the motif used by Miss Fiona. Geometric motifs.

“Did Miss Gaby also wear the same design as the one made by Miss Fiona?” peek Xavier, take the fake nails.