INT. - THE STARLET LOUNGE - EARLY EVENING

Ray sat in the back of the car, heart pounding, soul aching. She should have stayed at the morgue with Roxy's body, instead of giving in to the plea in Gerri's voice. She'd been standing over the fallen queen, tape recorder at the ready, prepped to start the autopsy she'd put off as long as she could. Her shaking hands refused to review the X-Rays, her fingers quivering on the handle of her scalpel. Everything in Ray screamed at her to ...