INT. - 9TH PRECINCT BULLPEN - MORNING

Gerri's phone was ringing even as she stepped off the elevator. She lengthened her stride, boots thudding on the old hardwood floors, her hand catching the receiver in mid ring.

"Meyers." Her jacket dropped to the back of her chair, green eyes frowning at the pile of files on her desk as a woman's voice caught her attention.

"Detective Meyers," she said. "I think you're looking for me."

Gerri sank into her chair. "Is ...