INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - AFTERNOON

Kinsey perched on an empty slab, feet swinging, ignoring the wide-eyed stare dominating Robert's face as he barely breathed in anticipation of what was to come. She was used to it, and so over it by now.

Gerri sat on the floor, cross-legged, chin on her fists while Ray spun around and around in an office chair, tossing a ball of wadded paper up to the ceiling and catching it again.

"You're sure he's going to come back to ...