EXT. to INT. - SONNICKER HOUSE - MORNING

Kinsey slipped out of her open car door, balancing a box of donuts in one hand and a tray of coffee in the other, her keys dangling from the side of her purse. She shuffled the ungainly box in an attempt to hook the paper bag of treats sitting on her seat, just nabbing it with questing fingers.

She grinned to herself as she kicked her door shut and headed for the front of the house. The quiet, suburban neighborhood felt like ...