Alice

　　With a screech, my car comes to a halt. I've discreetly parked on the street right outside Dior's fancy house in the upper-class neighborhood. "So, you're planning on just confronting him and asking straight-out if he is the older Dior pretending to be the younger one?"

　　Patricia unbuckles her seatbelt with determination written over her features. Her parent's house with crime scene tape is standing in the background. She hasn't given the building her time ...