<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Janice Leonard</div></span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Chicago, Illinois, 2015. - February 2nd, 2015 - 07:53 a.m.</span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">The morning was just starting for that young woman who lived alone in a huge house. The house had been a 'courtesy' from her ex-husband, William Salvatore, after a somewhat strange divorce process. The process had left Miss Leonard with a good enough amount of money to live her live free of the need to work for a nice number of years. It had also left a few - or maybe a lot of - questions unanswered. Like the reason for the couple's marriage at the first place. And more importantly, the reasons for the divorce itself. No reason had been disclosed, and everything had been settled too quickly for the press to have time to sniff and gather information. And - some said - there was a non-disclosure clause in their settlement, accompanied by a large chunk of Salvatore's money to keep Janice silent. Still, never one to be idle, the young divorcee had taken part of the settlement money and applied it into a small cafe. The rest was just sitting on a savings account, for a rainy day.<br/><br/>For someone who had so many skeletons in her closet, Janice led a really quiet life. Her days were like everyone else's. Waking up, taking care of herself, breakfast, and then she would go on to spend a few hours hanging out at the cafe, checking if everything was in order, and even serving a few customers.<br/><br/>After that, depending on the day, Janice would either go home, shopping, or visit some of the charities she regularly contributed to.<br/><br/>In everyone's eyes, the blonde-haired, wide-eyed young woman was just a goody-two-shoes with nothing to hide. If that was the truth, though, was yet to be verified.<br/><br/>Right now, as it was a Monday, Janice headed to the cafe and prepared to spend the day there. The young woman reached the place shortly before 8:30 and changed into working clothes - she didn't like looking different as she was there. After changing and washing her hands, Janice stood by the door on the inside and waited for someone to get in.</div>