<div style="text-align: justify;">"BANG!"<br/><br/>"Oh, my God..."<br/><br/>"What did you do, you crazy bitch?"<br/><br/>"I... I didn't... I don't know... Oh, my God, please, don't die..."<br/><br/>The young woman's pleads didn't help any. The man who had just called her a crazy bitch was losing blood, fast. He was turning paler and paler, and his eyes closed. He was gone.<br/><br/>"Oh, sweet baby Jesus", the young woman murmured. They were alone in a small alley, but it wouldn't be long until someone came, either because of the gunfire, or someone just happened to pass by and see the body. And if the second case happened, and she was still standing there, she would be blamed. Well, she <span style="font-style: italic">was</span> the one to blame. But still... she didn't want to go to jail because of a piece of shit like the one who was by her feet.<br/><br/>Okay, she had to leave. She had to go away, <span style="font-style: italic">now</span>. And she had to take the gun. The gun which had killed that son of a bitch. The gun with her fingerprints. And she had to go home, and take a deep breath. And to do something to throw the police off her tracks, fast.<br/><br/>Rushing away from the alley, the young woman entered her car and raced back home. As she got in her apartment, she was already a little calmer. She took a shower and changed clothes. Then, made herself a cup of tea and sat in front of her computer. <span style="font-style: italic">'I never thought I would look for a private investigator'</span>, she thought to herself, looking through many options. <span style="font-style: italic">'Well... this one looks promising'</span>. <br/><br/>With a soft sigh, she picked up the phone and made a phone call. This man had to help her. And she had to help herself. Before the cops got to her.</div>