I stand and stretch my legs. I direct the agents’ attention to the whiteboard, where Annalise’s picture is taped, the names of the men in the house that night neatly printed beneath it. The women’s names were listed in a separate column.

“We’ve done an initial search into the men’s backgrounds,” I say. Chase stands and distributes our folders on the suspects.

“These are the men who were in the Bradley house that night. Let’s start with Dr. Bradley,” I say. “He was a hometown boy, born and raised in Boston. Forty years old.” I give them all the basics, including his father’s and grandfather’s backgrounds, which, of course, piques their interest. “He was currently doing research and starting interviews for a book he was writing on abnormal psychology and the criminal mind. It seems the doctor was particularly interested in homicide.” I go on to give them Mrs. Bradley’s newly discovered background, which intrigues them as well.

Joe leans forward. “Any criminal activity in the doctor’s background?”

“None. Just testimonials from friends and acquaintances that he was a good guy.”

We move on to Josh Pearson. “He and the doctor were friends from childhood. Now, Josh Pearson does have an arrest in his past. When he was twenty-three, he got into a bar fight and was arrested for assault and battery.”

Agent Metz shrugs. “Just a young guy thing?”

I draw a deep breath. “One of the injured was a woman. She claimed that Pearson choked her and wouldn’t let her leave the bar.”

Agent Metz grimaces. “How’d that turn out?”

“He pleaded down and paid a fine. No jail time. He was a first-time offender and hasn’t been in trouble since.”

We flip pages and come to Calvin Ferris. “Mr. Ferris is originally from Hartford, went to college here in Boston. He and the doctor became friends through a men’s hockey league. The only thing interesting in his background is that there was a restraining order taken out against him.”

“By whom?” Joe asks.

I smirk. “His mother.”

“Huh. What did she say when you talked to her?”

“She’s deceased. This was six years ago. Next up is Scott Westmore. He’s married to the doctor’s business partner. He and Doctor Bradley were fishing buddies and occasionally went up to the Mountclair house. He’s a landscaper. There wasn’t much in his background. No arrests. No one seems to know much about him. He did go to MIT for two years but dropped out.”

Joe taps the table with his pen. “That leaves Hayes Branch. He one of the Boston Branches?”

“Yes. He’s Phyllis Branch’s son. Owns a local bookstore. Mrs. Bradley works for him.”

“Anything in his background?”