INT. - PHILO'S BAR AND GRILLE - NIGHT

Ray sipped her wine while Gerri glowered over her beer and Kinsey sat with her eyes downcast, picking at her salad. It was hard not to sigh and prod them both, lost in their own little worlds. So much for their usual girl dinner of laughter and stress relief.

At this rate, Gerri wouldn't be the only one who needed a therapist.

"Ladies," she said, finally raising her glass, refusing to let a little thing like murder ruin her ...