INT. - ST. BONIFACE HOSPITAL - EVENING

Gerri glanced in the rearview mirror, noting how Ray stared out the back window, shoulders hunched, face an unreadable mask. Kinsey sat next to her, almost hopping mad, arms clenched around herself so tight Gerri worried she might cut off circulation to some important parts.

She could have protested the two of them wanting to come with her to the hospital to question Mitchell, or Brandon, or whatever the hell his real name was. But ...