INT. - GERRI'S CAR to ST. MARY'S UNDERCROFT - AFTERNOON

Gerri glanced sideways into Cici's bag, noting the massive amount of drugs she carried with her.

"I'm not letting him get away again," the therapist said, grim and determined. "You can't kill him, Gerri, Please. Just get me close enough and I'll take care of the rest."

No promises. Gerri drove too fast, broke as many laws as she dared, her siren blaring, light flashing from her dash and grille as she ...