INT. - 9TH PRECINCT - MORNING

Kinsey sat next to Juliette after stammering her identity to the woman. Still in shock, hands firmly clutched in the woman's warm grip as the blues singer poured her heart and fears out.

"Your mother, Ahnet," Juliette said, freeing one hand long enough to wipe at a tear on her cheek, "I knew her years ago, my dear, in New York." Her voice vibrated with emotion, the feelings pouring over Kinsey like hot and cold water alternating. "She was ...