EXT. - WICKLOW STREET - NIGHT

Gerri stepped out of her Charger, already frowning at the scene before her. It was damned late, or really freaking early, whichever she could call on at 3:30 in the morning. She suppressed a yawn and the annoyance that came from being dragged out of bed so early before crossing the street to the bus pulled over to the side of the road.

CSI Tommy Binks waved to her from where he took what looked like blood samples from the grill of the huge ...