INT. - FIRST NATIONAL BANK OF SILVER CITY - MORNING

Gerri pounded down the steps to the vault, the bank's manager huffing behind her.

"You need a warrant, Detective," he said as she outdistanced him, gun in her hands. Jackson took a right at the bottom of the stairs in the quiet of the basement, heading down the corridor without being asked to check the exits. Imagine. He was doing his job like a good little boy.

"What I need," Gerri said, spinning to push the ...