<div style="text-align: justify;">Anna waited patiently while the detective took a time to regain his composure. After losing control as she had, the young woman couldn’t really complain. And the time he was taking was also useful for her to take a deep breath and resume her usual behavior. She couldn’t lose control, as it could cause her to talk too much. <br/><br/>Once they were both back in control of their emotions, Anna turned her attention back to the detective. As she noticed her was writing down all she had to say, Anna started speaking at a slower pace, so she wouldn’t have to repeat herself. It also helped her to stay calm, so it was a win-win situation. When the detective said the Bill Leone he had met was a decent man, Anna pondered for a moment. “He does seem like one if you look at the surface”, she commented, even though she wasn’t sure they were both talking about the same man. She knew that there were lots of Italian guys around, and Bill wasn’t an uncommon name, so they might be talking about two different men and be experiencing a coincidence.<br/><br/>Preferring not to think about Bill now, she turned her attention to her future. There was enough to be concerned about now, without thinking about him, after all. <br/><br/>“Yes, I do need to get out of there, as soon as possible. But… is there any place people like him don’t know of?”, she asked, a question directed more at herself than at the detective. <br/><br/>“I believe I can ask someone, maybe our priest, for some place where I can stay for a day or two, until I can find a more permanent living situation. If that’s even possible until he is behind bars”. <span style="font-style: italic">Or dead</span>, her mind supplied quietly. That would definitely be the best solution, as dead men can’t tell tales, but she couldn’t simply hire someone to do it. No. It had to happen naturally, at least in appearance. “I will probably try to relocate at some low-key motel, but I will keep in touch with you”.<br/><br/>With these words, Anna stood up. “I believe I should start moving”, she stated, apparently nervous again. “Do you suppose I should change out of these clothes?”, she asked, standing by Joseph’s desk and waiting for his answer to plan her next move.</div>