"Wait, who's Harry?" Angela asked, a little distractedly because she was following up on some things for work. She wasn't exactly working at home, per se, because Annalise had been firm with her that she had to take care of herself when she was pregnant, but in her line of business, you could always blur the lines. Especially when your best friend was Clint and you were kind of, slightly, a liaison for him at the cop shop, without her breaking any distinct rules, of course. She knew how to give him just enough hints of information for him to have a lead. That was the beauty of Clint's talent... he never needed much to go on for his investigations.

Her line of business also meant she worked crazy hours sometimes and those last few days had been just that. Plus, there had been a date with Jazz. She hadn't been able to catch up with Ainsley, but now she looked up at him, raising her eyebrows. "Who's Harry and why would he hate you?"