Her gaze landed on her top desk drawer, and she noticed the black smudges where the CSI had dusted for prints. Leigh’s stomach clenched as she looked at the fingerprint powder. The man who’d attacked her had been wearing gloves, so whatever prints they’d lifted in here would probably turn out to be hers or from someone on the cleaning crew. Still, the smudges bothered her, and she had the sudden urge to wipe down every last surface with bleach.

“Hey.”

She turned around as Javi stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

“How’s your wrist?” he asked.

“Fine. Good. I iced it last night.”

He sat on the arm of her big leather chair, and she felt a lecture coming.

“Don’t say it.”

“Say what?” He pretended to be oblivious.

“You think I should take the day off.” She sank into her chair and plugged her phone into the charger on her desk, clearly settling in.

“Don’t you think that might be wise?”

“No. I think that might be catastrophic to my case. The Tannehill trial starts Wednesday—”

“The deadbeat dad thing.”

“Yes, and I’m already days behind, plus I lost last night because I was stuck here talking to police.”

He folded his arms over his chest, wrinkling his custom-tailored shirt. “So, if you’re so behind, why’d you drive out to the lake yesterday to browbeat the investigators?”

“I didn’t browbeat them.”

“Oh good. So, you’re not hounding them about Vanessa’s case on a daily basis?”

“No.” She leaned back in her chair. “I’m merely providing assistance. They don’t know the victim like I do. I’m providing them with relevant information they wouldn’t otherwise have.”

“What do you mean, ‘victim’? I thought it was a missing-person case?”

She huffed out a breath. “Why are you giving me crap about this? I’m trying to help.”

“I know. But it’s not your job. It’s the cops’. And the more you butt in—”

“I’m not butting in! They came to me, remember? They want to know everything I know about Vanessa and any trouble she was having and what might have happened to her.”

“And now you’re being followed. And you’ve been attacked. And your office was broken into.”

“Our office. We don’t know that mine was targeted, and there’s nothing missing. And we don’t know that any of that is related to Vanessa Adams at all.”

Javi just looked at her.

“What’s that look? You know better than anyone the kind of assholes we deal with,” she said. “I get threats all the time. Rape threats, death threats, threats to my nonexistent children. People are crazy. Anyone could be tailing me around town, trying to intimidate me.”

“How do you explain the break-in?”