As night fell on the lonely detective agency, a letter was slipped beneath the door.  Written on pink stationary and scented heavily with perfume, it contained the following:<br/><br/><em>Dear Thomas Hawkins,<br/><br/>You helped me many years ago when I suspected my sister’s husband of infedility, and I am once again in need of your services.  Please, find my daughter!  She’s a freshman at the Frederick College, and she never returned home from class last Wednesday.  The police aren’t of any help.  They say she jus ran away, but I know that’s a lie!<br/><br/>Her name is Francesca Connor, and she’s the youngest member of our family.  Five-foot-seven, one-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds, and has a very slim build.  She’s the academic type, and we’re so very, very proud of her.  She’d never do anything to make us worry like this, which is why I think the police are hiding something.<br/><br/>I waited around for you for hours, but you never showed up at the office.  Please call me at *** **** so I can meet with you in person.  <br/><br/>Love,<br/>Cindy Connor</em><br/><br/>Frederick College, the most esteemed private colleges in the metropolitan area.  The girl’s mere enrollment was testament to her family’s wealth, and an ample sign of the huge reward that was awaiting the detective if she could complete the assignment.<br/><br/>Enclosed with the letter are two photographs, both featuring the missing young woman.  She looks gentle and pure, her long brown hair flowing down her cheeks and onto her shoulders.  A perfect smile graces her face.  She is wearing a tight sweater that accentuates her bust.<br/><br/>The other photograph shows her alongside her mother.  Though they both have the same slender face and piercing green eyes, the mother’s face is frozen in a stern glare of dissatisfaction, as if something were consistently crossing her.  A band of huge pearls dangles around her thin neck, and her sleek and fashionable dress further portrays the family’s great wealth.<br/>