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Jackson

Jackson probed at the vase pieces. They had tiny air bubbles in the cement. Gross thought Jackson.

“Found something?” Olive walked towards him.

“Nope,” Jackson stood up, his face twisted into a grimace. “I can’t bare to look at them. All those holes.” He shuddered.

“Haha! Your tryphobia is triggered?” Olympia popped out of nowhere.

“Lemme see those,” Olive bent down, studying the cracked cement.

“I wonder why the vase is made out of cement.” Fletcher said sitting comfortably on Rashida’s couch.

مرحبًا ، هل أجريت أي عملية (hello, have you made any process)?” says Rashida coming from the kitchen carrying some cool strawberry juice.

“No not ye-” Olive was about to say, when Jackson shouted.

“OoH StRaWbErRy JuIcE!”

Everyone shook their heads.

A/N- Sorry, had to add this! :p

“As I was saying, we haven’t. Unfortunately.” Olive said shortly, still flipping through the vase pieces. Suddenly, she shrieks.

A finger nail fell from the vase piece and onto the carpet. Everyone backs away from it. Then, Olympia takes a tentative step forward and, using her nails, picks it up. Her eyes widen.

“Guys, I think we found a lead.”

“This fingernail, it seems old.” Fletcher said looking at the dusty nail.

Olive sat on the floor looking at the vase pieces. She had recovered from that initial shock and was riffling through the pottery with a new found gusto.

“What are looking for Olive?” Jackson asks on his perch on the sofa.

“I have a feeling there are more fingernails.” She said simply. “Ah ha!” She exclaims, making everybody look at her.

“What?” they say in elusion.

Olive holds up a vase piece to the late morning sun and as the light hits the piece, Jackson sees a small U-like slit in the cement, as if their was once a fingernail in their, lodged between the hardened cement

“See?” Olive says grinning.

Olympia perks up and turns to Rashida, who is finishing her strawberry juice. “When did you get this vase?”

Rashida smiles a bit, “I actually commissioned it.”

“When did you get it and when you got it, was it painted?”

Rashida smiles sadly and says, “I painted it myself and-” she frowns a bit “- right, I forgot to tell you, I got the vase a few weeks after the vase was done. The company said their was a problem with one of their workers. Something about him being arrested or some thing like that. They didn’t say much about it and I never really thought about it to much.”

“What company was it?” Jackson said, questioning what the whole of the Detective Squad was thinking.

TO BE CONTINUED

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