INT. - 9th PRECINCT to REVEREND STERLING'S MANSION - EVENING

Gerri didn't pause, didn't let herself think. There was nothing to think about. She bypassed the gathering crowd, ignoring their questions, their stares. They didn't matter. She had her killer.

And was about to take down his maker if it meant giving up her badge to do it.

She made it to her car without exploding. Slammed the door and drove far too fast to the precinct. Stomped up every single step to ...