Amanda sighed heavily as she skimmed through one bit of boring text after another. It was way too early to read through all of this, and at least Jim had a murder case on his hands. She was actually the slightest bit jealous of this difference between them at this point in time, though she was very much aware of the fact that the roles had been reversed in the past. She took a short moment to reflect at the time where she managed to lure out a criminal during one of her undercover assignments. Amanda had infiltrated the enemy base, gained the trust of one of the man's right hands and had unveiled proof that would stand up without doubt in the court. This had earnt her the promotion to Lieutenant. At 31 years, she was still a bit wet behind the ears, as far as her colleagues were concerned. Yet none of them had a problem to work with her, as she made her youthful age up with a cunning mind and an intelligence that left most of her fellow investigators with surprise.<br/><br/>The phone rang, hopefully to bring her out of her misery. She was still not very awake, despite the coffee, and the letters on the screen were putting up a fight with her eyes that the text seemed to be winning. Relieved to have an excuse to look away from the screen, she answered the phone. Amanda jotted down the adress and listened to what Jill had to say.<br/><i>"What do you  mean, you can't account for a few minutes? What happened?" Tried any nearby security cams from buildings in that street?</i><br/>Amanda let out yet another sigh. Jill gave her some really useful information, but the fact that an essential clue was now missing bothered her quite a bit. Nevertheless, she had a new lead.<br/><i>"I'll go check it out after I've had a talk with the driver. Maybe he can shed some light on our little mystery, if he's willing to talk."</i><br/><br/>She thanked Jill and hung up, making some other notes and finishing her coffee. She stared into the paper bag filled with her breakfast. Amanda had only eaten half of her sandwich so far, but she wasn't very hungry. Perhaps she'd feel like it when she got back. For now though, she had a driver to interrogate and an adress to investigate.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>