Bette (opening the door): Hi (seeing Sargent Duffy and some cute short little blond.) Officer good morning. Is there something I can help you with?

Sargent Duffy (handing her Kai’s business card and badge): This is my wife Kai. Kai this is Bette Porter, she owns the house…

Kai (counting): And however many vehicls in the driveway…

Bette (shutting the door): No. Our family has been staying with us in light of things.

Alice (sitting up): Hey! Where’s Tasha?

Sargent Duffy (smiling): Canvassing a few drug stores for a few items we found so we can match them up. She should be here in a couple of hours.

Alice (seeing the blond woman beside the officer; she was short, absolutely cute but looked like she could hold her own): Whoa we are being invaded…

Kit (sitting up): Can you arrest her please? Just for being a general nuisance.

Sargent Duffy (shaking her head): Well I could, but Kai won’t let anyone sit in the back (smirking) that’s where she keeps all her toys.

Kai (looking around): I’ll ignore that cause your toys take up so much more room than mine. (Mischeiviously) so, Ms. Porter you live here, with your wife and daughter…

Bette (nodding): Tina isn’t my wife yet. She’s my fiance, we havne’t set a date yet. Things kind of, well you know, and it’s just we need some time to deal with things…

Alice (standing up): What she means to say is she’s to chicken to ask her or set a date.

Bette (pointing): This annoyance is Alice, my sister Kit (leaning into the one armed hug) and the one still sleeping is Carmen. Shane’s partner.  

Kai (pulling out Lisa’s notepad; she heard the names but didn’t know faces): Where is Tina Kennard, Helena Peabody, Dylan Moorland, Shane McCutcheon and Papi Torres.

Kit (squeezing Bette’s shoulder): I’ll start a fresh pot of coffee.

Bette (pointing): Tina and Helena are both upstairs working, Papi’s napping in the media room with Shane. Dylan went home to shower and change she said she would be back in an hour or so.  

Lisa (remembering one other person): And Peggy Peabody…

Peggy (wheeling herself out of the den): You roared dear.