INT. - FREDDY'S BAR - AFTERNOON

It didn't occur to her until they were half way to Freddy's Bar she should be irritated he was driving. Yes, it was his car. But she always drove. Always. Something was horribly wrong with her.

"As I see it," Foster said as he expertly maneuvered through traffic, almost as well as she would have, "there are three possible suspect pools."

"The Divinities." Gerri checked them off on her fingers, grateful for the shop talk to distract ...