INT. - GARRET JAY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Gerri pounded on the door of the loft, finally venting some of her anger on the heavy metal entry. A glance at her watch gave her 2:17 AM and, from the muffled sounds inside the apartment, she'd caught her quarry at home.

Her anger hadn't diminished in the car on the way here when she called in Garret's name for a specific address, or in the elevator ride to the second floor and his apartment. If anything, it only intensified, as ...