"I believe I know where it is, thank you, ma'am." Dean insisted politely, swiftly typing the name of the café into Google and brushing past her '<span style="font-weight: bold">don't get me wrong</span>' comment; somehow, a part of him remained unconvinced. But, this woman was fearing her life, she was afraid. Of course she would say strange things, he supposed. Perhaps he was just growing to be too judgemental, nowadays.<br/><br/>Sure, enough, Red Robin's reviews indicated it was a quiet, out-of-the-way café, about a ten minute drive away from his place. He searched a little deeper, to check its opening and closing times, and to make sure he knew how to get to the police station from there, too. It seemed like a decent meeting place. It would be obvious if someone followed them there; only one, small car park and beyond that, open roads.<br/><br/>Just in case, Dean jotted down the café's address on a scrap piece of paper and tucked it into the breast pocket of his shirt. "Your suggested location seems perfect, Ms Allen. I'll meet you there in one hour." he decided, closing his laptop and heading quietly into his bedroom to fetch a clean suit jacket. "Wear something simple for me to recognise you by. Perhaps a noticeable necklace, or hat. I'll wear a blue tie. Is that all right with you?"<br/><br/>Dean was rather grateful that his possible client seemed to have cooled down; though a stricken client was sometimes easier to sway, a calmer one was easier to work with. When people were as upset as she was earlier, they could be volatile. And, given the situation, volatility was perhaps not such a good thing. Not to mention, at the end of the day, Dean was the kind of man who lived only for his own pleasure, and never anyone else's. As much as he adored it to begin with, there was only so long he could play the<span style="font-style: italic">saviour</span>role without growing tired of it.<br/><br/>Keeping the phone on speaker, Dean dressed into his clean suit, awaiting Emily's response. He was the kind of man who lived for his own pleasure, and right now nothing would please him more than to investigate a murder, first-hand. Which meant he would do anything to keep this case open to him, keep this woman on his side. He needed to find a way to deter the police, but it had to be the client's idea; no way he could he allow her to think he was content in breaking the law. Likewise, it was easier if she had the blame, should the police catch on.