"I have developed the photos!" Chanyeol announced, walking out of the spare room we had that he had long ago converted into a developing room.

"And? Any extra clues?" I asked, looking up from the newspaper. Chanyeol, who was practically bouncing up and down in excitement, nodded. "Well, what is it?" I asked, beginning to feel the excitement as well.

"You see, there's this weird extra gleam on the polish in the floor. It must come from an excess of a cleaner, possibly used to clean up prints. The thing is, only the maids in the two different houses have access to cleaners, and Zion.t's house uses a completely different cleaner! If we get a scientist to sample the cleaning agents we've got clear picture of who did it." Chanyeol explained, pointing to the pictures he had taken. Indeed he was correct, as Dok2's household and Zion.t's household both used different homemade cleaners.

"You know any scientists?" I asked Chanyeol, who stared thoughtfully at the ceiling for a while.

"Yeah, I know one. Kim Daewoong."

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"'Ello, Kim Daewoong here." The scientist said, smiling happily at our door.

"We're not staying at our place. We're going straight to Dok2's." I said, not having time for introductions. Daewoong nodded and followed us as we ran down the apartment stairs and into the street. Daewoong said something to Chanyeol that made him burst out in laughter as we e corner, and I could have sworn it involved me.

"So you say the thief left some polish on the floor?" Daewoong asked. I nodded, letting him fill in the blanks. "I've never dealt with a case of a missing hairline before."

"Neither have we!" Chanyeol exclaimed.

"There's a first time for everything. You'll be able to help us out, right?" I asked, looking at Daewoong. Daewoong nodded, giving me a wink.

"For you, yes." he said. Cryptic. He looked up, and asked us if the mansion we were at was Dok2's place. I nodded yes.

"Okay let's go!" Chanyeol hopped up and down, clearly excited. Daewoong nodded, grabbing my hand and yanking me through the doorway when said door was opened.

"Oh great, you brought in another gay guy," Tymee mumbled to herself as my assistant and his friend sprinted down the hall. I would have asked her what she meant but I had managed to trip over my own feet in an attempt to catch up with Daewoong and Chanyeol.

"Who knew you were such a klutz?" Daewoong grinned, staring at me somewhat like a wolf stares at it's next meal.

"Running is not my strong suit." I spat back, lifting myself up gingerly. Chanyeol and Daewoong offered me hands and I managed to pull myself back up. "Now come on, we've got some polish to sample," I grumbled.

"You're cute when you're mad." Daewoong grinned, walking next to me. I frowned and glared at him, I definitely despised his annoying .

We all were quiet as we approached Dok2's room. I decided to open the door to the bedroom when we finally reached it. Upon entering the room we were frozen in awe at the amount of fluffy things on the bed. Pillows, blankets and a cat bed were all on the king sized mattress, and the room itself was as ornately decorated as the bed. Nicely framed windows, elaborately carved dressers and a floor-length mirror all adorned the room. Sure enough, by the window there was a large puddle of semi dried polish.

"Holy , that's a lot of polish." Daewoong mumbled, walking over to it and staring at it. He pulled a vial out of knapsack and ran it along the polish, clumsily managing to get it in the small container. "And now I test it!"

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"So, what are the results?" I asked impatiently, pacing around the room. Daewoong was still hunched over his desk, looking at the vial and all of his scientific papers.

"Uh, well, I don't know how to put the nicely, doll." Daewoong said nervously.

"Oh god, what is it?" I groaned, automatically worried.

"The polish isn't even cleaner. It couldn't come from either household, it's some unknown substance. Honestly, I have no clue what it is. I'm sorry." Daewoong sighed. "You probably hate me for it, but I have no clue. The chemical formula is different from any cleaning or polishing agent."

"....That's horrible. Honestly I don't know what to say either." I eventually said after a horribly long pause. A dead end. That was a first. That never happened.

Daewoong nodded unhappily. "Good luck, sweetheart."

"I already scheduled a meeting with everyone, it's tomorrow! What will I say? Will I drop the case?" I angrily questioned. I was at a loss for words.

"You're the detective, not me!" Daewoong said, raising his arms up in the air.

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A/N
I'm so sorry for the late update! Life has been getting in the way, along with me procrastinating. The next, and final, update will happen next week, I swear. It'll have a big reveal. Do you want me to make another detective Beenzino mystery fic? Tell me in the comments below.