Nothing, They'd found nothing in the cottage again. No fingerprint, no hairs, nothing. It was like this person was a ghost. He always seemed to be one step ahead of them. Alex ran her hand through her hair and sighed. Erica and Dave had connected all the accounts they already had to those that Drake had given them, so at least the blackmailer seemed to be the same person. If they could just find him or her, then they could at least try and get information from him. The murderer had to be one of the people in the photos, someone who got tired of paying, or someone that had enough of the blackmailer's bullshit.
"Somewhere in this clusterfuck of affairs, is the person we're looking for. Or both of them." Alex muttered.
"I agree," Harper said. "I think I want to go have a talk with Bryan,
