The Windsor mansion was as familiar to her as her own home though her's was not as large. Large parties hosted in the mansion, a diner where her father would talk to Ella's about some hot political issue while their mothers gossiped. Yeah even before she had met everyone in the gang she had been dressed up and carted off to the Windsor mansion. All of her really good memories of the place included the five people gathering in the living room though. After school group meetings, pool parties in the summer, getting ready for Halloween. Those were the times she really enjoyed.

Grabbing her favorite throw pillow of the couch Joleen took her normal seat on the floor.Adjusting so she was sitting on the very center of the pillow she crossed her legs and reached for one of the glasses of lemonade " I've talked to the Sheriff," she shot Alex a look she had been on the receiving end of one of the man's long winded lectures about keeping out of police business and the types of people she chose to hang out with. These type conversations with Sheriff Brock normally only happened after he had talked to Alex. Out of all of them- and she understood that even her status as the mayor's daughter didn't save her much from the too serious man's ire- he really seemed to hate Alex. " No surprise but there is no info on that front. Mr. Bentley agreed to let us look at security tapes though. To see if we could spot anything they missed."

This was her role. She may not be the best detective of the group but growing up in a political family gave her the benefit of knowing people. When someone wouldn't talk to their fearless leader she would step in all smiles and big eyes. Then it wasn't that group of teens who go around solving mysteries but the mayor's only daughter who was asking the questions or a favor.