Stutely gave the side of the laptop a few half-hearted thumps with his palm, which was pretty much his only fallback for dealing with a computer that wouldn't start. He sat back on his heels, hissing his frustration.
He tried to set to one side his anger with the Sheriff and the violence done to Tuck, and consider the cold facts of the situation. The Sheriff had been here, poking around the computer. He hadn't expected to see Tuck, but when he had, he'd been... enraged, apparently. Enough so to lash out with a vengeance. Because of a woman? Why would the Sheriff care about a woman? And why would he think Tuck—
"What about emails?" he asked. "Or other messages? Social media?" Shit, he hoped the Sheriff hadn't gotten into their private communications.