<div style="text-align: justify;">Emily smiled softly. That was good. They would meet soon, and her plan could start there. "Thank you very much, Mr. Fuller. I will be there soon". Hanging up, 'Ms Allen' took a deep breath. There was no time to lose. She had to be there soon, no time to waste.<br/><br/>Moving to the bathroom for a shower, Emily was very careful. She had to be sure to get rid of every trace of blood on her skin, every last bit of gunpowder on her hands, any and everything that could point to her as the murderer. Someone had once said the murder was the easiest part of a crime novel. Solving the murder slowly enough to keep the reader entertained was the problem.<br/><br/>She would have to do better than that. She would have to point out to the wrong culprit. And that man would have to help her. But in order to help her, he would have to believe her. And that would be a lot of work. She had to appear convincing. She had to be in control, but she could not <span style="font-style: italic">appear</span> to be in control. She had to make sure Mr. Dean Fuller knew she <span style="font-style: italic">relied</span> on him. Nothing like the damsel in distress role to lure a man in. Of course, it would be a short lived one. But it was a good facade.<br/><br/>Once out of the shower, Emily chose a dark blue dress. It was a nice one, nothing out of the ordinary. Something a good girl would wear to go out for coffee. The yellow scarf was wrapped around her shoulders. That would keep her warm enough for the current weather. A look in the mirror, a light make up, and out the young blond went.<br/><br/>The café was close enough for her to walk, and Emily took her time. She didn't want to reach the place too early and wait in there for a long time, after all.</div>