"Tell me about it," she said referring to her predicament, "Nothing yet, but I think I may have a lead." She said, rushing towards her bed where a few printed papers were. "I got into my parent's email account. They had been sending emails back and forth between some shop in Chinatown,” she had looked it up in the Chicago Yellowpages, “ They seem to be in some sort of code though, so I don't know what they mean," she ended handing the papers over to him. She had been so excited when she had figured out their password, morgan12. She had tried to get her mind off the dead end she had ended up at by doing her homework, to no avail.