"Perfectly okay. I'll see you very soon, Ms Allen." he replied, before hanging up and collapsing backwards onto his bed for a moment.<br/><br/>There was so much to consider, so much that could go wrong, but so much that could go fantastically. The key to all of this was, of course, control; he had to make sure he could nudge this woman the way he needed her to go, keep ahead of the police, and stay on top of his game. It was a dangerous, but it would be worth it, he could feel it.<br/><br/>With swift care, Dean gave his jaw and neck a quick shave, combed back his curly brown hair, straightened his tie, polished his shoes - all of the necessary precautions for stage one of his action plan: look the part. Dean could not let slip that he was desperate to investigate a murder. No, right now, it was is role to play the responsible adult. The smart one, the one who knew best. If he could establish himself as the dominant person from the very beginning, the entire case would be much easier to pursue.<br/><br/>Dean packed his laptop, a notebook, and some other small supplies, such as a camera, into his brief case, deciding he may well need them. Hopefully, he would be able to visit the site of the murder before they flagged the police - if the police had not already been flagged, of course. If not, then it would be a priceless opportunity to take some photographs and notes of his own on the matter. The police, however, would need to know. Not only for his client's peace of mind, but Dean would need their insight and access to their resources - he had a friend in the force who owed him a favour, fortunately. Hopefully said friend could give him a hand along the way.<br/><br/>A confident smile on his lips, Dean sauntered out of the flat, locking the door behind him, down the stairs, out the building, and into his car.