INT. - 9th PRECINCT - AFTERNOON

Gerri was just grateful they made it to the station in one piece. Jordan didn't fight her, not even when she slapped on the cuffs. She shouldn't have been surprised but still chuffed her irritation when Kinsey pulled up beside her in her shiny little convertible. Gerri slammed the back door of the marked unit she'd borrowed from the desk officer's stable, crankiness emanating from her in waves.

But, when she caught sight of the grim ...