<div style="text-align: justify;">Joanna was scared and the look of confusion on her face was as real as it could be - unless she was a perfect actress. You never knew, in that city, did you? Everyone could possibly be lying. Even the wide-eyed girls who showed up at your doorstep barefoot and scared. But that was probably something the detective would have to find out in the future.<br/><br/>"Pleasure", the young woman replied automatically at Jonathan's introduction. "We have the same initials", she noticed vaguely. The girl's mind was all over the place, and she moved past the comment back to her current predicament.<br/><br/>Taking the jacket the man offered, Joanna took a few seconds to put it on, feeling ashamed for some reason. "I... I don't have a name, I'm sorry." The girl's voice quavered a little, and it sounded like she was about to start crying. "I had met him a few times, but... not actually talked to him. He was tall. Taller than you. Dark hair, gray eyes. Broad shoulders, like a swimmer. Tanned skin. Used to walk around with a blonde."<br/><br/>The girl laughed, a nervous laughter. "But looks like every tall and handsome man in this city hangs out with a blonde, right?" She still laughed for a few seconds, before regaining control. "I... I'm sorry. I think I should go home and call in sick for work. Shouldn't I?"</div>