INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - NOON

Ray leaned into Cici's warm body, tucking her long leg between her lover's as her silky, black hair fell over Ray's bare arm. Cici's lips tasted like peppermint and chocolate, her scent that of the desert and some wild flower Ray could never identify. There was a wildness to Cici's embrace that never failed to startle Ray, a passion buried under the professional shell, her Periqwai heritage stronger than the training of the white man's ...