INT. - JULIAN BLACK'S MANSION - LATE AFTERNOON

Kinsey sat behind the wheel of her car, fingers tapping anxiously on the leather, heart skittering like a nervous filly. Grown woman, she chanted to herself. You're a grown woman. Find your spine and go do what you said you'd do.

It still took her almost five full minutes to drag herself out into the warm California sunshine. To cross the paving stones to the glass doors of the solarium. To enter the humid room and go to ...