INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - MORNING

Gerri's boots carried her as fast as possible without her actually running down the hall of the morgue to the swinging doors. The panic in Kinsey's voice, the shaking, hasty and desperate message she left, garbled and only half-decipherable, sent ripples of fear through the detective and drove her to break a dozen traffic laws on her way from the 9th to the morgue.

Never mind she'd been in line to talk to the captain who seemed to be ...