An apron

Alessandra had noticed an apron hanging up on the wall.

She felt something coming from the apron. Almost like a voice, calling her. Compelling her to put it on.

"Hmm, whats the worst that could happen, maybe there's a clue in one of the pockets." Alessandra said, putting the apron on.

"Cmon. I need a personal chef and this apron is my ticket!!" John said as he watched Alessandra from his control room.