<div style="text-align: justify;">"Come on, pick up... pick up...", the girl on the other side of the phone line murmured to herself while waiting. <span style="font-style: italic">'Great, he picked up'</span>, her mind warned her before she freaked out too much to be able to actually listen and speak coherently.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hello, you've reached Dean Fuller, Private Investigator"</span>. <span style="font-style: italic">'Oh, my God, he sounds so... professional'</span>. This was the first thought that came to Emily's mind. It was soon followed by another one. <span style="font-style: italic">'Oh, God, he will see right through my lie, won't he?'</span>.<br/><br/>Well... She had already called, and if she would simply hang up the phone, things could be worse. He could have her caller id, call her, and ask questions she wasn't ready to answer. No, she had to be in control of this situation. And like in every other situation, the only way to actually be in control was to make the first move. <br/><br/>So, there it was, she would make the first move. She would give him every piece of real and forged information about the situation. And she would hope to God that he was smart enough to get the person she wanted to frame behind bars forever. And not too smart, to the point where he would see through her and put her behind bars instead.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mr. Fuller", a soft female voice finally sounded. "This is Emily Allen, and I... I need your help". The voice stopped for a moment, as the woman on the other side sobbed softly. "I... someone I know was murdered". Another pause and a few more sobs, and the woman resumed her speech. "I fear, for some reasons I would prefer not to state now, that someone will try to pin the murder on me".<br/><br/>After these words, the woman took a deep breath and waited for an answer from the Private Investigator.</div>