INT. - PHILO'S BAR AND GRILLE - EVENING

Ray sipped her wine as Gerri finished her story. Kinsey stared, blue eyes huge behind her glasses, but Ray just shook her head.

"You're mad," she said, unable to suppress her grin as her red haired friend finished her first beer, knuckles still pink from their adventure with Jackson's face. Ray knew she shouldn't encourage Gerri. She'd hit the man. Her partner. Surely she could get in trouble for that?

Not, it appeared, ...