<div style="text-align: justify;">Dean would not have to wait too long for the lady with the yellow scarf. She came in from the street, her cheeks flushed from the cold. Her hair was a natural honey blond, her eyes were big and blue, and she looked a little scared. In stepping into the warm café, the young woman - she couldn't be older than 23, with a round face and a delicate frame - looked around. <br/><br/>It was with an immense sigh of relief that she moved in seeing the detective. She wore a dark blue dress, a bit below her knees in length, and clutched a brown bag that had seen better days. She didn't seem to be either wealthy or poor, but something in between. <br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, the young woman stopped by Dean's table. She wanted to give him time to see her and form his own idea about her. It was difficult to work with a complete stranger. So, she wanted to make up her mind about him as well. <br/><br/>He was a handsome type. Looked competent, with his notebook ready and all. Maybe too competent. She couldn't know yet. It would have to wait to be seen. But for now, she had to test the waters, and see if he was worthy of her time. And her money, of course. And, most importantly, her story.<br/><br/>"Mr. Fuller?", the soft voice he had already heard on the phone finally sounded.</div>