INT. - 9TH PRECINCT INTERROGATION - MORNING

Ray tried very hard not to cry like a little girl as she sat there, shaking and still deep in shock. But it was so hard not to break down as Gerri stared at her, first with surprise, then with growing anger, though whether that anger was aimed at Ray herself or the lurking Jackson Pierce hanging over her shoulder, she didn't know

Not that it mattered. The focus of attention was enough to finally open her tear ducts and let out ...