INT. - PHILO'S BAR AND GRILLE - NIGHT

Kinsey eyed Gerri over the lip of her wineglass as the detective chugged her third beer, setting it down on the table with a gusty sigh. She'd already shared her version of events of the day, and though Kinsey had no doubt they'd unfolded the way Gerri said, it was only one side of the story.

She really needed to call Ray.

As if understanding her reticence, Gerri fixed the anthropologist with her piercing green eyes and ...