EXT. to INT. - TRUMAN HOUSE - MORNING

Gerri exited the cathedral, waving to Kinsey before climbing into her car, settling back with a sigh in the cloying heat of the interior. Something felt horribly off, like she was in the middle of a giant comedy of errors turned to a tragedy at every turn. When she finally turned on her car and fired up the air conditioning, Gerri headed not for the precinct, but for the Truman's.

She needed to question the family further, to prod ...