“Wow.” It was all he could manage.

“Yeah.” Colin completed his own three-sixty perusal. “This place looks like command central. Who is this woman?”

“I have no idea—but she’s not the sweet, tech-challenged senior citizen Eve thinks she is.” He motioned toward several photos lying on the desk. “Those are pretty clear evidence that this space isn’t being used to manage investments or run an eBay business.”

“Yeah.” Colin moved toward the shots that featured black bloc protestors in full demonstration mode, then motioned toward a faded, framed photo on the desk of a twentysomething jeans-clad guy sporting a full beard and mustache, with a bandanna tied around his long hair. “I wonder who that is?”

“No idea.” Brent scanned the image. The man was holding a hand-lettered placard that said “Stop the War.” In the crowd behind him, similarly dressed young people were toting signs referencing Vietnam. “But if we can ID him, that could answer a lot of questions.” He pulled out his cell and snapped a photo of the framed picture. “We need a warrant.”

“Not happening without grounds. We can’t search someone’s house or open an investigation because of an affiliation with Antifa. That isn’t illegal. There has to be evidence of a crime, threat of force, or violence.”

“I know that.” Unfortunately. “But if Olivia is as deep into Antifa as those photos suggest, she has reason to hate Eve based on ideology—and many of the zealots affiliated with that movement have no compunction about the use of violence to achieve their ends.”

“I hear you. But it’s not illegal to support organizations involved in protest activities. Our hands are tied unless their actions turn violent.”

“There have already been threats and violence against Eve.”

“Perpetrated by Steve Jackson, per your young witness.”

“I can only link him to two of the four incidents—and the most recent one occurred while he was out of commission at the hospital. Who had easier access to leave that last note Eve found than her neighbor?”

“But to what end?”

“She may have seen the bomb scare and related incidents as an opportunity for someone in the group to silence Eve without taking the fall for it. As a chance to pin it on someone else.” Brent raked his fingers through his hair. “We have to get that warrant.”

Colin eyed the stacks of material on the desk. “I don’t disagree—but unless we can find a direct connection between Olivia and Eve, no judge will—” He frowned. Leaned closer to one of the stacks. “I think we may have our link. Look at this.”