The several tabs on her computer were closed with one absent click. Excitement welled in Alexis' chest as she pushed away from the computer desk and grabbed the notepad that had several scribbled jot-notes on it. She had spent the last hour digging up dirt on the Williams family. Considering that sshe had been in town only a couple of years, Alexis didn't know too much about what seemed to be a family filled of misfortune. Not only had their middle child been murdered, but their youngest had just been released from intensive care. Feeling somewhat commiserated for the family, she packed up her bag and slung the thing around her shoulder. It rested comfortably against her hip, the leather worn in some places due to over use. Just because she felt badly for the tragedies these people faced didn't mean that Alexis was going to stop doing her job. 

Giving a lazy wave towards Rudy, who had turned a curious eye towards her, Alexis pushed through the door and out into the afternoon warmth. The sidewalk was empty except for several people who quietly made their way down the streets. They exchanged only muffled words and whispered greetings as they passed each other. The small town, which had once been so vibrant and happy, had become ghostly after the death of Sierra. People sought closure and were coming up empty handed. No one knew anything about what had happened, other then the fact that a sixteen-year-old girl was dead and the police suspected foul play. Fingers were pointed in all directions, mostly towards people whose names appeared on the list found in the dead girls hands, and all hell was sure to break lose sooner rather then later. 

Alexis walked down the barren streets with these thoughts rolling over and over again in her mind like clothes in a dryer. She unconsciously made her way through the town, which was easy enough to navigate, enjoying the quiet the settled over her as she entered a more residential part of town. Her mind sharpened as she looked down at the paper which had a scribbled address on it. This was where the young girl, who was the subject of all the town gossip, had once resided with her family of five. Stepping in front of the looming, two story home Alexis drew in a deep breath going over again what she would say when the door swung open and revealed a distraught person who had just lost one of their loved ones. Crumpling the paper in her fist, she convinced herself that this was what she had to do. "No good reporter ever got the story without getting a little dirty." Her quivering voice reminded herself as she traveled slowly up the walkway and stood in front of the door. Her hand connected hesitantly with the wood. "Here goes nothing."