Amanda adjusted her coat as she walked, shivering slightly due to the cold surrounding her this early in the morning. She wandered through the streets, feeling somewhat out of place in a run-down neighbourhood like this. This was where the poorest of the poor lived. People that barely had enough money to be able to afford a place like this; people that would do anything to survive. The man she passed looked away. Normal behaviour, in a place like this. If you don't stand out, they won't try to get you. Amanda stood out though, she knew that. Her jeans were too new, her hair too well-groomed for anyone that came from this area. She had to be careful... -really- careful.<br/><br/>The house at number 13 didn't seem to be any more or less conspicious than anything else in this neighbourhood. If anything, it was too small to store anything that could even possibly be related to the info she had received so far. She had expected something larger, perhaps even a warehouse or something. The placement of the van in front of this house didn't suggest any 'boss' being related or any organisation being attached to the actual crime. Looks deceived though, it was one thing that Amanda had learnt over the years. The hard way.<br/><br/>Then she saw the van. It was just as old and rickety as the rest of the cars that were standing in the street. It was rusty and dirty, the white more an indication of its colour due to the dust and dirt that had gathered upon it over quite a long period of time. It appeared to be full of crates and boxes though, which was quite curious. She had passed the vehicle twice now and tried to wrap her thoughts around these things. She had to figure out something to do, so she left the street and took her phone out of her backpocket to call Jill.<br/><br/><i>"Williams here. Keep an eye out on Harpend Close. Get someone on standby as a precautionary measure. I'm going in."</i><br/>Amanda made her way over to her car once again and looked in the back, where she had some standard items lying around, in case she needed them. She decided to take a clipboard and a large notepad, and took out a pair of glasses. She loosened her hair, the blonde curls flowing over her shoulders as she shook them free. She opened a small case and took out a light pink lipstick and painted her lips with it, softening up her expression quite swiftly. Amanda shut the trunk and went back to Harpend Close, heading for number 13. She'd pose as a woman from Child Protective Services and state that there was a disturbance reported at this adress. If nothing else, she'd be able to see the person opening the door and peer into the house, potentially even able to spot something out of the ordinary. She really hoped this was going to work out. Fortunately, she had called Jill....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>