Julia felt lost. She knew that, technically, she could say no, she knew her rights. But these didn’t look like the cops that gave her crap for snooping, these looked... serious. “Come in.” She said automatically, the manners that had been instilled in her taking over. “I’ll... get you some coffee.” She said, walking past her laptop and shutting it, hiding the pictures that one of her contacts at the station had sent to her, with details included that she shouldn’t know about the murder, the victim, the crime scene. Things that the other cops didn’t need to know that she knew.<br/><br/>She walked to the kitchen, pouring three cups of reasonably fresh coffee and carrying them all carefully out to the cops, setting two down on her coffee table and gesturing for them to sit. “What’s this about, officers? If it’s about my last article, I got all of my information legally, and I can prove that.” She smiled, folding her arms over her chest. The younger one, whose name she hadn’t been told, he didn’t seem like someone who was accustomed to being so solemn, something else that made her nervous.