INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION- NIGHT

How many times had Gerri stood behind the glass, observing a suspect, knowing in her heart, in her soul, she'd found the guilty party? Anticipation made her mouth water, her blood heat up like nothing else. The chase, she loved the chase. The capture, yes. But convincing those responsible for murder to confess?

Delicious.

Kinsey stood beside her, arms crossed over her chest, hurt written all over her. She refused to look ...