Alex sat at the kitchen table the next morning, she held a report from Joe, her eyes scanning through it. Nothing jumped out at her, they were at a dead end again. Their only hope was that the mayor or his son dropped them another clue. If Donovan could just remember where he got the photos, or even if he was the one that took them. But they couldn't rely on that. She'd decided to go back to Granite if nothing came of the interview with the mayor and his son. She'd trace Donovan's tracks in the city and hope it led her somewhere. Joe came in and sat with a sigh.
"We have about an hour before we meet with our guys." He said. "We can only hope Erica and Dave had better luck."
"Yes, I'm curious about those photos. Who took them? And why would they still have the old ones? And the most cur
