The windows of the new and not so improved Brew felt suffocating as Hanna fretfully drank her soy latte. From across the table, she heard Spencer and Aria quietly debating the massive Cece Drake issue at hand. "It's just too obvious, I mean if A is Cece, I don't think she would out right show us. She's smarter than that." Spencer was obviously hashing out the details in her mind, while Aria wanted to believe what was in front of them. Hanna was constantly being underestimated by everyone, Spencer, her mom, everyone but Caleb, it was like none of them could see under the Legally Blonde facade that she put out. It was a survival instinct Mona had taught her when they were queen bees, no one will challenge you if they think you're dumb.

"Maybe that's what been wrong with us this whole time. We fail to see the obvious, Spence for someone so smart, you often get caught in the tiny details other than seeing the big picture." Aria looked visibly shaken yet determined, and Hanna appreciated that she wasn't giving her usual "I'm fantasizing about Ezra and our novels" look. Aria's selfishness and lack of concern for all this A business had always bothered her, but Hanna knew that this wasn't the time to bring it up. In sauntered an out of breath Emily, with a determined look in her brown eyes. She hastily yanked a chair to the girl's table and threw her canvas bag down. As Emily sat, Hanna noticed how her eyes flitted to Spencer's, if only for a brief moment.

Hanna wasn't lying when she told Spencer that she looked at Emily, the same way Caleb looked at her. It was a look of pure joy and affection, although it was fleeting. Hanna had tried not to pry in her friends personal lives, but couldn't help it. Whatever Spencer and Emily had going on, which was probably nothing, Hanna didn't want to get involved in. "You're never going to believe who I saw outside of here." This snapped her back into the conversation, everyone's eyes were fixated on Emily and what she would say next. "Jenna and Paige. Together."

Spencer held the back of Aria's chair fiercely, feeling Emily's pain. "Like lady loving together? Or A team planning together?" The dark haired brainiac asked, a year ago it would've been crazy to think of Paige being on the A team, but this was now.

"Lady loving, really Spence? I think it was a mixture of both." Hanna replied, people think she's the dumb one. Aria seemed in her own world as she gazed at her phone, her face looked like a picture of confusion and exhaustion.

"Guys, I think I have a way to get to the bottom of what's happening with Cece.."

Aria's POV

As she said that, Aria became anxious with dread and worry, what if the girls questioned why she had the information, or more importantly, where she got it? Hanna was the first to pipe up with excitement, "what do you have, PI Montgomery?"

"Well, from the looks of it, Cece's apartment keys." Emily and Spencer smirked, impressed by Aria's detective prowess.

"What do you mean? Did you go all Mona and steal them?" Hanna sipped quickly on her latte, questioningly. Aria's eyebrows twitched, she was afraid of the girls possible judgement.

"Um..Well, Jason gave them to me. When he came back, we had a long talk and I told him about what we thought was going on with Cece. He understood and here I am, with her apartment keys." Aria held the metallic gold keys out for everyone to see, her heart pounding.

"So, did you and Jason just talk?" Hanna wiggled her eyebrows, and Aria rolled her eyes at what she was alluding to.

"Yes, it's not like that, Han. Now, are we going to go, or just gossip?" Emily and Aria stood up, Spencer and Hanna close behind.

Aria had always considered Cece Drake to be strangely classy, almost legendary. To this day, there were still whispers about her at Rosewood High. So, when the girls and her arrived at Cece's apartment, Aria was shocked. The whole place looked as if it had been turned on its head, her silver, chandelier like lamps were strewn on the ground and her drawers were ransacked. Pastel colored camisoles and stories high stilettos were thrown every which way.

"Did Bigfoot or A come stomping through here, it's hard to tell," Spencer carefully stepped over the piles of trashed clothes, observing the minor details of this seemingly trashed apartment.

"Or Cece just wanted to make it look that way. I think you guys should take a look at this." In Emily's hands, was a manilla envelope labeled " , Radley." Aria was the first to rush to it, excitedly ripping the front cover open and diving into the medical print. While she was wrapped up in that, Spencer and Hanna wandered over into Cece's bedroom. It had the same destroyed quality of the rest of the place, except for the peculiar book sitting on the bed.

"Is that the dictionary?" Hanna sneared, her upper lip curling. Spencer kneeled on the dirtied bedspread, cracking open the pages. Her eyes widened, and she turned to the smaller blonde.

"Han, this isn't a book. It's an A log." Hanna made her way to Spencer's side, glancing over her shoulder, into the crisp white pages. Instead of literary writing, they were records of all of Cece Drake's monetary transactions in the past year. Half of them were deposits to Melissa Hastings and Jason DiLaurentis, with some of those also going to Wren Kingston. The most shocking transaction of all, though, was who Cece was receiving checks from. In tiny, black letters, Spencer and Hanna saw who was possibly running the whole show: Ezra Fitz. Cece had received 18 payments from one Ezra C. Fitzgerald in the last year. Hanna stared at Spencer with her crystal blue eyes wide, Spencer was in the same state of shock and awe. "Do you still have the A note, I think I get it." She handed Spencer the black and white photo, and the brunette's eyes lit up. "This typewriter font, 37 Sans Serif. The only person I know who owns a typewriter like that, is.." As she said that, Aria and Emily burst through the door.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we found something. I don't this Radley file is Cece's…"