[ Pressing a hand to her forehead to try and thing, Liv sorts through everything at home, everything here and realizes for a dead woman who doesn't sleep? She's already exhausted. ]

I think, before I left, I had a theory. But it's not like anything's actually set in stone. This isn't the type of place where anyone bothered to process the crime scene or take photos or gather evidence. Which means I have no idea where to even go with a hunch.