Alex sat in the den, her legs on the table, the pen in her hand, in her mouth, they'd been at it for hours and they didn't really have any clues. Harper had pushed for the fingerprints, the only ones in the cottage belonged to Devina, Logan, Harley, and the victim. They followed footprints to the back of the grounds and had dogs out to see if they could track where the person went after he jumped the wall. Harper's people were on that. Her guys were close, then they could maybe find something on the computer. Harley wanted to show them that she could do that, but Alex didn't want her messing with the things, defence would make mincemeat of her on the stand. She sulked about it, but when Alex gave her the job of organizing the photos that Lexi and Carson brought in, she perked up again. Ale
