INT. - 9th PRECINCT INTERROGATION - MORNING

Jackson had his back to Gerri, his chest leaning into his turned-around chair when she opened the door to the second interrogation room. He threw her a smug look over his shoulder, sitting back as he tapped the edge of a folder into a neat line on the table top.

"Miss Street has been very helpful," he said.

"No doubt." Gerri joined them, took in Natalie's quivering lower lip, her wide, doe eyes and snorted. "I just had ...