INT. - KINSEY'S CAR - LATE AFTERNOON

Kinsey felt weird having this conversation in the front seat of her little red convertible with the top up, hiding in the dark of the parking garage down the street from the precinct. But Gerri seemed wild enough around the eyes the privacy was warranted. Maybe if she did this where they couldn't be overheard, Gerri would be more talkative.

After all, she'd just witnessed something remarkable in her friend upstairs at the 9th. Kinsey ...