INT. - TRUMAN HOUSE - NOON

Ray eased through the doorway into the Truman house, her kit bumping against the door jamb on her way through. She spotted Gerri immediately, as she often did, hands on her hips, hair shining like a beacon in the hallway, drawing the medical examiner to the scene of the crime.

The detective spun as Ray murmured her name. One look at the redhead's fury and Ray knew her friend was on the brink of snapping.

"I need TOD," Gerri snapped. ...