I stare down at the photograph as I get out of the car, parked just a quarter mile away from the Frederick College campus, coat closed tightly against the brisk October wind.<br/><br/><em>Hmm, wonder if I would have turned out like her.</em>- I wonder as I make my way along the street -<em>Different parents, different life.  Doubtful though, I'd probably go insane with all that pampering and wealth.</em>- I chuckle at the thought of<em>me</em>dressed in those fine clothes.<br/><br/>Dressed in a tight fitting black windbreaker over a simple white shirt, with a pair of old and worn jeans and equally beaten up tennis shoes my hair is let down and whipping in the strong breeze.  All carefully crafted to present a rather good imitation of a young college student.  The backpack, laden with random old clothes from a local store, completes the disguise, though the familiar weight of my gun resting near the base of the pile would have ruined the illusion if seen.<br/><br/>The first 48 hours were the most important in any kidnapping case, and they were already long gone, along with the cops that had performed a cursory investigation before signing off with that single word that damned any case.  "Runaway."  An old friend in Vice managed to pull a few strings to let me take a peek at the file, and the reading wasn't encouraging.  The chances of me turning up anything after almost a full week had gone by were remote, but it was better than passing up the work.<br/><br/>Reaching into my pocket I flipped open my new wallet, staring at my new identity with a grin -<em>Damn, but Amelia does good work.</em>-<br/><br/>Amanda Earnhart.  A young woman from rural Ohio who happened to be a new recipient of the rarely granted Frederick's Foundations Scholarship (without the College's knowledge, of course).  The cover wouldn't hold for more than a few days but that would be more than enough for me to find out what I needed without resorting to official challenges.  The College was incredibly protective of it's students from the 'officious busy body police' and would have turned up their nose at a mere PI snooping around.  But a new transfer, an uncloth and 'unmoneyed' girl seeking to find out what happened to a recently missing girl wouldn't raise a single red flag.<br/><br/>Shaking off the small premonitory chill I strode onto the Campus, all bright eyed and full of wonder as any good country girl should be when confronted with a bastion of civilization as I made my way to the dorms.