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You slightly opened the C/ curtain, your E/C eyes surveying the group of passengers aboard the plane, "Excuse me ma'am!!" you called to the flight attendant that you had been talking to earlier. "Yes, what do you need?" she asked, a warm smile on her face. "Could you please summon these people back to the crime scene?" you asked, handing her a list of names. The woman nodded, looked over the list of names, and turned away, beginning to ask for the people who's name was on the list. You turned around, and made your way back into the first class area, sitting down in the nearest passenger seat as you waited for the group of people. You looked at your watch, 'About an hour and a half before we land in Tokyo... that should be more than enough time..'

------------Time skip(Because I don't know what to put here)------------

"What is the meaning of this, I thought we already answered all your questions!!" Mary screeched, clearly upset she had to be bothered again. "That's correct ma'am," you began, still sitting in the plane seat, "I have but only one question left.... and it's for Mr. Thomas here.." you turned your E/C gaze to the victim's son, "A-and what possibly could I help you with, Miss Detective..?" he asked, beginning to sweat. "I want your wallet" you demanded, "M-my wallet?" "Yes, your wallet. Now if you would be so kind to hand it over.." the man began reaching into his pocket hesitantly, "Sir, it will only be a second. I can assure you nothing will be stolen" you stated, slightly annoyed for how long it was taking. He handed you the wallet, glancing back at the flight attendant as you looked inside. 'Just as I thought, there's a picture.... a picture of Mr. Thomas Jr., and his fiance....I have all that I need to solve this case now!' You looked up at him, a smirk covering your face. Oh no, not just any smirk.... the smirk that all detectives get when they solve the case, and everyone around them is oblivious. You stood up, "I have to say, this case is one of the most simple I've ever solved.." you admitted, mostly meant for only yourself to hear, but loud enough to cause everyone to look at you in shock. "Are you saying you know who the killer is?!" Thomas demanded. You only stared at him with an unamused expression, "Well, if you DO know, if you would be so kind and explain to us who the murder is?" the Christian woman hissed. "Very well," you lifted your chin high, "The murder is.....you.." you whispered. "Excuse me?" the woman hissed again, this time in disbelief. "The murder, is you!!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the flight attendant. Everyone gasped, causing you to smirk even more, "Yes, the flight attendant killed Mr Farley" you confirmed. "And how do you suppose she committed this crime?" Mr Arvidson questioned, his voice filled with confusion. "Well, I was getting there.." you stalled, "This is how she did it:" everyone continued staring at you, except for the attendant who just continued to stare at the floor of the plane. "She applied for the job of a flight attendant for this airline about a month before today... knowing she may not be accepted in time, or at all, she had a little help... that's where her accomplice comes in.." you explained, shooting a glance at Mr Farley, "I'm willing to guess the airline was bribed, offered large amounts of money to let this woman have the job, and I'm sure if I asked them, they would say that they indeed, were bribed..." Mr. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly hushed by the sudden movement of your finger, which was now, pointed at him accusingly, "And you sir, are the man who bribed them!" you accused. Everyone in the room gasped in shock, everyone except the two who had been accused, of course... "That's right, Thomas Farley Jr., and the flight attendant... are engaged!" the flight attendant was almost in tears now, "So what if we're engaged!! It doesn't make us murderers!!" she screeched, Thomas was now holding the woman in a comforting way, glaring at you for making his fiance cry. "True, it doesn't make you both murderers... but if you'll allow me to explain how you committed the crime, it may become much clearer that you indeed, are the culprits.." you stated. The room became silent, not a sound coming from a single suspect.. You cleared your throat, "Well, we already know how you got the job, now I just need to explain how you got away with the murder... it's quite simple actually.." "Well, get on with it already!! You've already taken so much of my time.." the woman tapped her foot impatiently. "Patience, darling, patience..." you smirked, "This is how she did it:" everyone listened intently, "The reason of death for the victim was quite simple; he died by consuming a medicine commonly used and always supplied on a flight. A medicine, frequently used, yes, but also quite deadly if consumed. To put it simply, he was poisoned. Poisoned with Manexiun Toxin" everyone in the room gasped, "Indeed, it is quite difficult to notice, due to the fact the medicine, or in this case, poison, leaves very few noticeable effects after being consumed. Yet, for a detective, such as myself, I noticed the unique smell immediately while examining the body" You stopped for a breath. "Well, Ms. flight attendant here, knew that she would have no problem pulling off the crime, since she was personnel, didn't you miss?" the woman just continued to stare down at the floor, her eyes threatening to create millions of tears at any breaking point. "As personnel, she knew it wouldn't be suspicious to find her fingerprints on the handle of the canister. It would only make since, wouldn't it? You counted on this.. you counted on no one suspecting you, just because it made sense to find your fingerprints there.." you chuckled slightly, "Darling, I want you to know that the best detectives never overlook someone simply because it made sense to find their fingerprints on the murder weapon.." you explained. You cleared your throat, "Anyhow, back to the how.." you continued, "You simply poisoned his coffee.." you explained, "You-" "But wouldn't that mean everyone else's coffee was poisoned?" you were cut off, " I mean, they pour the coffee into the cup straight out of the pot?" you shot a glare at the man who had cut you off, it was none other, than Mr Arvidson. You rolled your E/C eyes, "Sir, first off, interrupting a detective in the middle of a deduction, is very disrespectful..." he looked down in shame, "Second off, you're wrong. That's what she wanted us to think... but she knew Mr Farley would want a special kind of coffee.. Well, she didn't.... her fiance did though.." everyone shot an accusing glare at the couple who were currently being accused. "Sir, as his son, you would most likely know his favorite coffee, correct? You knew he always ordered it a special way?" the man only stared at you in astonishment, "That's what I thought. Anyways.. Mr Farley always ordered his coffee to be specially made for himself, the culprits counted on him ordering his usual, so the flight attendant could tamper with his coffee, free of any suspicion from the surrounding employees" you continued to explain, "After he drank the last drop from his cup, you, Mr Farley Jr., knew it would take a while for the poison to take effect. Leaving you just enough time to quickly pick up the cup which, moments ago, held the victim's coffee... and poison. You took it to the bathroom and quickly cleaned the mug, washing away any left over evidence of the poisonous substance.." you thought for a moment, "Though, I'm guessing you were wearing a pair of disposable gloves, which you most likely got from your fiance(; just like Reader-chan did), so you wouldn't get your fingerprints all over the evidence........ I searched all the trashcans aboard the plane, which leaves only one possible explanation..." everyone stared at you awaiting an explanation, "Your fiance still have the gloves on her persona.. the gloves that still have traces of the poison, and her fingerprints on the inside. Clearly, if the medicine had yet to have been used aboard the plane, the only logical reason for anyone to have it on their gloves would be if they were the culprit" the man was sweating even more now, "B-but, the way you say this crime was committed, you say my precious Sherry did it.." you gave a slight nod, "B-but, why on earth would Sherry do something like that..?" he asked. You curled your index finger and held it up to your chin, "Ya know, that had me stumped for a while... but eventually... I got a little bit of help.." you smirked as 'Tari' came out from from hiding. Mr Farley glared at her, "How could you?!" he demanded. The girl only glared back, "You and Aunt Sherry killed Grampa!! I couldn't let you get away with killing mommy's father!!" she cried, tears streaming out of her eyes. You knelt down and held her close to you in a comforting way, "Sh, sh.." you told her, glaring at the man and woman who you had accused. "Tarice told me how she heard you two talking... about how she heard you both planning your father's death... And I can tell when a child is lying, you can see it in their eyes. The sad thing is, she wasn't lying..." you said, disappointment filling your voice. "You two killed Mr Farley because he didn't approve of Sherry... you knew it would be impossible to have the wedding of your dreams as long as he was alive, right? He wouldn't help fund the wedding? That's why you killed him, for the money and for his company.." the couple looked down in shame. "Tsk, tsk tsk, you should never underestimate a detective... and by now you'd think all criminals would realize, the bad guys never win.." you hissed.

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You slightly opened the C/ curtain, your E/C eyes surveying the group of passengers aboard the plane, "Excuse me ma'am!!" you called to the flight attendant that you had been talking to earlier. "Yes, what do you need?" she asked, a warm smile on her face. "Could you please summon these people back to the crime scene?" you asked, handing her a list of names. The woman nodded, looked over the list of names, and turned away, beginning to ask for the people who's name was on the list. You turned around, and made your way back into the first class area, sitting down in the nearest passenger seat as you waited for the group of people. You looked at your watch, 'About an hour and a half before we land in Tokyo... that should be more than enough time..'

------------Time skip(Because I don't know what to put here)------------

"What is the meaning of this, I thought we already answered all your questions!!" Mary screeched, clearly upset she had to be bothered again. "That's correct ma'am," you began, still sitting in the plane seat, "I have but only one question left.... and it's for Mr. Thomas here.." you turned your E/C gaze to the victim's son, "A-and what possibly could I help you with, Miss Detective..?" he asked, beginning to sweat. "I want your wallet" you demanded, "M-my wallet?" "Yes, your wallet. Now if you would be so kind to hand it over.." the man began reaching into his pocket hesitantly, "Sir, it will only be a second. I can assure you nothing will be stolen" you stated, slightly annoyed for how long it was taking. He handed you the wallet, glancing back at the flight attendant as you looked inside. 'Just as I thought, there's a picture.... a picture of Mr. Thomas Jr., and his fiance....I have all that I need to solve this case now!' You looked up at him, a smirk covering your face. Oh no, not just any smirk.... the smirk that all detectives get when they solve the case, and everyone around them is oblivious. You stood up, "I have to say, this case is one of the most simple I've ever solved.." you admitted, mostly meant for only yourself to hear, but loud enough to cause everyone to look at you in shock. "Are you saying you know who the killer is?!" Thomas demanded. You only stared at him with an unamused expression, "Well, if you DO know, if you would be so kind and explain to us who the murder is?" the Christian woman hissed. "Very well," you lifted your chin high, "The murder is.....you.." you whispered. "Excuse me?" the woman hissed again, this time in disbelief. "The murder, is you!!" you yelled, pointing an accusing finger at the flight attendant. Everyone gasped, causing you to smirk even more, "Yes, the flight attendant killed Mr Farley" you confirmed. "And how do you suppose she committed this crime?" Mr Arvidson questioned, his voice filled with confusion. "Well, I was getting there.." you stalled, "This is how she did it:" everyone continued staring at you, except for the attendant who just continued to stare at the floor of the plane. "She applied for the job of a flight attendant for this airline about a month before today... knowing she may not be accepted in time, or at all, she had a little help... that's where her accomplice comes in.." you explained, shooting a glance at Mr Farley, "I'm willing to guess the airline was bribed, offered large amounts of money to let this woman have the job, and I'm sure if I asked them, they would say that they indeed, were bribed..." Mr. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly hushed by the sudden movement of your finger, which was now, pointed at him accusingly, "And you sir, are the man who bribed them!" you accused. Everyone in the room gasped in shock, everyone except the two who had been accused, of course... "That's right, Thomas Farley Jr., and the flight attendant... are engaged!" the flight attendant was almost in tears now, "So what if we're engaged!! It doesn't make us murderers!!" she screeched, Thomas was now holding the woman in a comforting way, glaring at you for making his fiance cry. "True, it doesn't make you both murderers... but if you'll allow me to explain how you committed the crime, it may become much clearer that you indeed, are the culprits.." you stated. The room became silent, not a sound coming from a single suspect.. You cleared your throat, "Well, we already know how you got the job, now I just need to explain how you got away with the murder... it's quite simple actually.." "Well, get on with it already!! You've already taken so much of my time.." the woman tapped her foot impatiently. "Patience, darling, patience..." you smirked, "This is how she did it:" everyone listened intently, "The reason of death for the victim was quite simple; he died by consuming a medicine commonly used and always supplied on a flight. A medicine, frequently used, yes, but also quite deadly if consumed. To put it simply, he was poisoned. Poisoned with Manexiun Toxin" everyone in the room gasped, "Indeed, it is quite difficult to notice, due to the fact the medicine, or in this case, poison, leaves very few noticeable effects after being consumed. Yet, for a detective, such as myself, I noticed the unique smell immediately while examining the body" You stopped for a breath. "Well, Ms. flight attendant here, knew that she would have no problem pulling off the crime, since she was personnel, didn't you miss?" the woman just continued to stare down at the floor, her eyes threatening to create millions of tears at any breaking point. "As personnel, she knew it wouldn't be suspicious to find her fingerprints on the handle of the canister. It would only make since, wouldn't it? You counted on this.. you counted on no one suspecting you, just because it made sense to find your fingerprints there.." you chuckled slightly, "Darling, I want you to know that the best detectives never overlook someone simply because it made sense to find their fingerprints on the murder weapon.." you explained. You cleared your throat, "Anyhow, back to the how.." you continued, "You simply poisoned his coffee.." you explained, "You-" "But wouldn't that mean everyone else's coffee was poisoned?" you were cut off, " I mean, they pour the coffee into the cup straight out of the pot?" you shot a glare at the man who had cut you off, it was none other, than Mr Arvidson. You rolled your E/C eyes, "Sir, first off, interrupting a detective in the middle of a deduction, is very disrespectful..." he looked down in shame, "Second off, you're wrong. That's what she wanted us to think... but she knew Mr Farley would want a special kind of coffee.. Well, she didn't.... her fiance did though.." everyone shot an accusing glare at the couple who were currently being accused. "Sir, as his son, you would most likely know his favorite coffee, correct? You knew he always ordered it a special way?" the man only stared at you in astonishment, "That's what I thought. Anyways.. Mr Farley always ordered his coffee to be specially made for himself, the culprits counted on him ordering his usual, so the flight attendant could tamper with his coffee, free of any suspicion from the surrounding employees" you continued to explain, "After he drank the last drop from his cup, you, Mr Farley Jr., knew it would take a while for the poison to take effect. Leaving you just enough time to quickly pick up the cup which, moments ago, held the victim's coffee... and poison. You took it to the bathroom and quickly cleaned the mug, washing away any left over evidence of the poisonous substance.." you thought for a moment, "Though, I'm guessing you were wearing a pair of disposable gloves, which you most likely got from your fiance(; just like Reader-chan did), so you wouldn't get your fingerprints all over the evidence........ I searched all the trashcans aboard the plane, which leaves only one possible explanation..." everyone stared at you awaiting an explanation, "Your fiance still have the gloves on her persona.. the gloves that still have traces of the poison, and her fingerprints on the inside. Clearly, if the medicine had yet to have been used aboard the plane, the only logical reason for anyone to have it on their gloves would be if they were the culprit" the man was sweating even more now, "B-but, the way you say this crime was committed, you say my precious Sherry did it.." you gave a slight nod, "B-but, why on earth would Sherry do something like that..?" he asked. You curled your index finger and held it up to your chin, "Ya know, that had me stumped for a while... but eventually... I got a little bit of help.." you smirked as 'Tari' came out from from hiding. Mr Farley glared at her, "How could you?!" he demanded. The girl only glared back, "You and Aunt Sherry killed Grampa!! I couldn't let you get away with killing mommy's father!!" she cried, tears streaming out of her eyes. You knelt down and held her close to you in a comforting way, "Sh, sh.." you told her, glaring at the man and woman who you had accused. "Tarice told me how she heard you two talking... about how she heard you both planning your father's death... And I can tell when a child is lying, you can see it in their eyes. The sad thing is, she wasn't lying..." you said, disappointment filling your voice. "You two killed Mr Farley because he didn't approve of Sherry... you knew it would be impossible to have the wedding of your dreams as long as he was alive, right? He wouldn't help fund the wedding? That's why you killed him, for the money and for his company.." the couple looked down in shame. "Tsk, tsk tsk, you should never underestimate a detective... and by now you'd think all criminals would realize, the bad guys never win.." you hissed.