<div style="text-align: justify;">While Stockton’s day had been boring, Anna’s had been stressful. Sure, she hadn’t really <span style="font-style: italic">done</span> anything, but she had been worrying that she would not be able to leave the house, and that had gotten to her nerves. She was out now, though, and all she had to do was tell everything. Well, tell almost everything, since <span style="font-style: italic">everything</span> would get her in hot water as well. <br/><br/>For some reason, Miss Beaumont made the young woman feel a little more at ease. Maybe it was the familiarity of seeing another woman. Following the other woman into the office, she took a look around before turning her gaze to the detective. <br/><br/>After greeting the man politely, the young woman took a deep breath. She accepted a cigarette and lit it, feeling a bit more relaxed after a few drags. Taking a slower puff, she watched as the man picked up his notepad. It was show time, apparently. <br/><br/>When he spoke, she nodded. “I fear I don’t really have much to give about the specific event, but… there is so much more”. The woman sighed and shifted nervously on her seat. “I know I should be answering questions, and not asking them, but… this one is important”. She shifted a little more, uncrossing and crossing her legs again. Her entire body language made clear that the woman was terribly uncomfortable. “How do you feel about mobsters?”, she finally asked, deciding that his body language when answering her question would matter much more than this words, and that watching his every move was her best bet. Sure, she knew that, in case he happened to be in someone’s payroll, she would have already spoken too much, but right now, she was too scared to think straight, and just wanted to talk to someone and find a way out of that house. At this point, her nerves were running the show, and she would probably regret acting upon her emotions once she had taken the time to calm down.</div>