Diary Of A Tomboy

Chapter 16

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"Tiffany" I stare at the picture. "What's Tiffany doing there?" Naomi asks, moving beside me.

"Tell me all the information you've got on Tiffany!" I demand. She exchanges glances with me before she starts.

"She hasn't shared any information with anyone, even Tyler" she shakes her head. "What could Tiffany mean to Thompson?"

"Thompson knows Shakespeare's poems" She suddenly states. "The quote he used in here belongs to Shakespeare" she points out at the sentence.

"When princes die, there are no comets seen"

I immediately grab all the papers Naomi collected and start searching through them. Most of them were from the same decoration and paper that Thompson attached in his notebook. All of these belonged to one book, a book that was shattered and the pages were spread; with a few of them in Thompson's hand.

"I'll tell my informants to be more wary of Tiffany" she responsibly frowns.

I slide my hands in my bag before I take out Bennett's phone. It had a plain black case. It was an iPhone. The corners of its glass was broken and old with age. I wonder how many years is it that he's keeping such an old and beat up phone.
Naomi, with trembling fingers took the phone before her. Her eyes widened; I've never seen her so frightened before.

"You...How did you find this?" She examines the phone.

"When He was laying dead, I...I Found this and took it with me" I stutter.

She shakes her head unbelievably then gives the phone back. She massages her temple worriedly before she turns to me.
"Don't show this phone to anyone" she rests her hands on my shoulders. "Why? What's up with this?" I ask her.

"My dad told me some...things but whatever happens, don't show this phone to anyone" she packs her stuff.

"What? Nao! Where are you going?" I blink.

"I'm not going anywhere, silly, just packing my stuff" She smiles.

"Nao, your hiding things" I stare at her. She suddenly stops.

"Do you really wanna know things?" She asks. "Of course! What do you think?" I cross my arms.

"Well, there's one more person that can help us" she looks down. "Naomi, be honest with me. You helped me, I'll return it, I promise" I pat her shoulders supportingly. Her eyes sparkle with tears; I never thought such a strong and clever girl like her would cry.

"It's just...that something similar happened ages ago" she wipes her eye. "A detective got murdered when he was investigating something, and someone else got blamed for it" she bites her lips.

"L-Lets just go visit that person" she puts her backpack on. She still is stubborn. "Fine" I pack my evidence.

We stand from out places, shaking the sand off our jeans and clothes before we head to the Main Street.

"Who is this person anyways?" I ask.

"Curiosity killed the cat once again" she cackles. "One of my informants, of course" she continues.

The street was empty despite it always being packed with traffic on weekend. I take a deep breath. I know I can do this. There are two living humans that can help me with it; one is Tiffany and the other, is that cursed Thompson.
I was sure someone as cunning and evil as Tiffany won't give in so soon and spill the beans; but Thompson may tell me, he wasn't happy with what he was right now and he didn't have anyone to help him, he may consider us. If he doesn't go mad again.

"So where are we meeting this so-called informant of yours?" I raise a brow.

"At some dumpster, we don't usually meet up in the public eye for some drug business, you know" she sarcastically answered. "Why always drug?" I roll my eyes.

"Because that's literally the only thing they want, and have" she shrugs.

We enter some shallow and dark neighborhood. The buildings were decayed and old as if no ones living there, some of them even had broken windows like a haunted house.
Stray cats hide in dark corners as I pass by, selfishly glaring at me. Naomi was relaxed as if it's totally normal to be passing by such a beat up place. She turns to a alley with about eight row of houses.

"Jen!" She shouts before she randomly takes a rock from the ground and throws it at the window. The window breaks, causing my ear to ache, It shatters, falling on the ground and the other half in the old house.

A head pops up from the window, it had red hair. Then the face comes along. A skanky looking gangster was staring at us. His way of staring reminded me of a goat. A cigarette rested between his fingers as he repeatedly shoved it at his mouth then blew out a smoke.

"What do you want?" He harshly asks. "Who's this guy you brought over here?" He gestures to me.

"I'm a girl" I scowl at him.

"What are up to Nao, bringing me a tomboy in the evening" he smokes again.

"I need some goodies on that Lee girl and that creeper Thompson guy" she shakes a bag of marijuana at him.

He frowns before nodding in agreement. I wonder if he still acted like a prick if we hadn't showed him the drugs. Such a user.