It's a normal day foe you. Get home, set your groceries (or stolen objects) down on the kitchen counter with your keys, and begin to sort through the mail. All of a sudden, you come across a wax sealed envelope bearing the words 'Confidential'. Curious, you rip off the wax and open it.

My Dearest Associate,

Do like the wax? It's my own little touch.

I'd like to invite you to my apartment the evening of Saturday, July 23, promptly at 9 p.m.

I'm sure you owe me a favor. You always do. So I'm ready to cash in that favor. There's a case I've been needing to solve... for a friend. You're the best at what you do, so I say now (this isn't a cry for help): Please assist me in solving this case. There is money involved.

If convenient, please come to:

76654 Appuca Av.

Apt. 413

Captivia, Florida 30467

If inconvenient, suck it up and come anyway. You owe me.

XOXO

Ally Parker

You sigh, and begin packing your bag. Sure, you have never remembered Ally for a while but you knew her at some point. And you know she just loves getting her way. So you know you have know choice.

On the evening of July 23, you arrive at 76654 Appuca Avenue, the doorstep of Apartment 413. With a swift knock on the door, it seems a second passes before the door opens to reveal a surprisingly perky Ally, with startling light eyes that don't seem to be a specific color and choppy brown hair.

"Come on in. There's chips on the table."

And you enter the apartment.