Kitto was walking down the street that she usually took from the office to her home. She swung around the cruve and into an alley that was now as Ash Trail. It was msotly called that because the neighbors nicknamed it that for a place that they burned branches and trash at.

Kitto thought it was funny that they did that, but didn't question them. She turned to a silver gate that was gleaming into the bright sunlight. She grabbed the latch and pushed it back then pushed in the gate. She turned around and latched the gate back. Kitto continued her way to her house. That house was painted black, it wasn't the only black house in the neighborhood. Kitto had nicknamed this block Emo Ville.

The other houses were either painted black or grey or a combination of the two. And Kitto kind of hated it. She wanted to paint the house something else, in fact the paint to do that was in the basement, but she didn't have the time. She had never really any time to herself.

Some wonder how she wasn't stressed from all the work. But Kitto actually didn't care. That's what made her such a good employee, she could be bleeding to death with a cut throat and wouldn't care and would keep on working. Though if she really had her throat cut she wouldn't be doing really any much movement.

Walking up to a white door, Kitto placed the key in the lock and unlocked it. As soon as she did she spotted a letter on the welcome mat. Crouching down, she saw it was signed with her name on the back. She picked it up and flipped it over. No return address.

She rolled her eyes thinking it was probably Ganba telling her to pick her ass up and get a move on. Oh well, she slid a finger under the fold and dragged it across the paper, ripping open the letter.

She pulled out a small piece of paper and set down the letter which held the ntoe on the coffe table. She threw down her bag on the sofa and flung herself onto the oppsite side the bag sat on.

She squinted at the neatly printed crusive letters. She slowly made out the words and then she smirked.

Dear Ms. Owlette,

I appologize that I couldn't find a better way to contact you.

I would like request your help in solving a case. If you are willing to assist me, please go to the Chillin' Cafe and leave a letter on the fifth table in the third row tomorrow around 12;00 P.M. You will be paid well.

L

Hm, so L wanted to ask for help on solving a case? Kitto almsot couldn't beleive it. The great L needed help? HA HA! No- she shouldn't laugh. It was good that he was reaching out for help, it meant that his ego wasn't too big that he wouldn't ask for help solving something. Kitto followed the instructions on the back of the paper to rip the paper up and burn it. She did so in the Ash Trail. Seemed like the most sensible place.

Kitto returned to her house and sat down at her computer. Just as she was going to pull up Microsoft Word on her screen, a little black rectangle in the shape of a letter appeared. It was laced with white and the fold's edge was also traced with white. She clicked on the letter and it made a little animation of popping open and the letter being pulled out.

A window popped up on her screen and she read who the letter was from, Ganba. Her boss. What did he want? She narrowed her eyes and scrolled down as she read the letter. Then she sighed as she closed the window. She had been put on leave.

It stated no reason, just that she had been put on leave until Ganba said she could return. Puffing out her cheeks, Kitto shut off the computer. Getting up from her chair, she made her way to the kitchen. She opened the cabinet and grabbed a jar of peanut butter then opened the drawer and pulled out a silver spoon.

She screwed off the lid to the peanut butter jar and stuck the spoon in the jar. She pulled it out and popped it in her mouth. Smiling as she could now enjoy her peanut before bedtime tonight without passing out at her computer doing yet again another report. Kitto sat down on the sofa and picked up the remote to the television and pressed the ON button.

The screen came to life and showed a news broadcaster reporting another murder in Los Angeles. It wasn't new to Kitto, she had heard about the first and second ones. Kitto leaned back into the arm of the sofa and spooned another spoonful of peanut butter. Around midnight Kitto shut off the T.V. and put the empty peanut butter jar on the coffe table next to the case file. She sighed as she pulled her jacket over her and clsoed her eyes.

Tomorrow she would have a mroe busier day. Hmmm. Interesting.